Mesmerised, they stare at the swirling, suckered arms of the beckoning octopus and the shark’s dead eyes that offer no remorse. I come to watch the eels.
My father first brought me here as a boy and I fell in love with this ill lit watery stage where floating players perform hypnotic turns.
I too have gills, can breathe liquid. I too am behind glass gazing at people staring back wide-eyed at my naked form, giggling and weeping.