Shark

Shark in a tank - that's what we've been discussing in one of my classes for this entire semester. It's the danger of exposing yourself to something you cannot control, in a way. It's like putting your art out on display Or writing an article and attatching your name to it then throwing it out there for the public to see....

Shark in a Tank

Sharks terrify me. Open water terrifies me. It's the possibility that anything could be waiting for you. And much like the real world, you can't see it coming. Everytime I close my eyes and put my face into the ice cold water I see a shark there, jaws open, teeth bared. It eats me. That's their habitat.

We finished collecting food for Food Not Bombs and were all lingering on the porch of one of the organizers. As a complete non-sequitur to our conversation, he said... "I know the best way to commit suicide." What's that? "Get a razor, cut yourself up a lot, then go jump in the shark tank at Sea World." (laughter) "Because there's no question that you won't survive it, plus you're going to make a huge mess and ruin everyone's vacation."