Fuck Fish

22 May, 2013

fuck-fish

John Laroche:
Look, I’ll tell you a story, all right? I once feel deeply, you know, profoundly in love with tropical fish. Had 60 goddamn fish tanks in my house. I skin dived to find just the right ones. Anisotremus virginicus, Holdacanthus ciliaris, Chaetodon capistratus. You name it. Then one day I say, “fuck fish”. I renounce fish. I vow never to set foot in that ocean again. That’s how much “fuck fish”. That was 17 years ago and I’ve never since stuck so much as a toe in that ocean. And I love the ocean.

Susan Orlean:
But why?

John Laroche:
Done with fish.

— From Adaptation, 2002.

(This sort of scene is becoming imaginable.)
(The fish image above is from the typeface Gemma.)




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