For Christmas this year, my family and I visited my uncle and aunt in Missouri. Good thing Chinese restaurants are pretty much the only places open (what I would’ve done for that McDonald instead).
We went to a supermarket nearby, and the seafood section was one of the most horrific things I’ve ever seen.
There was a big square tank for live crawfish (not pictured), except half of the crawfish were dead. The ones alive just crawled on top of their dead friends and some tried to get out from the corners. Absolutely one of the worst things I’ve come to witness.
All of the fish and other varieties in tanks were stacked on top of each other– they had no place to swim. It was like seeing innocent prisoners for death row. Does this make me want to be a vegetarian? Yes. Will I become one? Probably not. For many reasons, one of which is that my faith in a vegetarian-sort of revolution is admitting-ly little. To me, the way consumption has progressed has shaped an insatiable hunger for all sorts of excess.
But if you were to show me all the faces of the things I ate beforehand, I’d probably stick to nuts and berries. Maybe we could start something like that with tablets at the dinner table.