I’m walking through Chinatown to see my friend R- when I come across a restaurant window displaying a remarkable metaphor for my life. A cast of crabs in a tank, en route to the dinner table. They’re spending the last moments of their life engaged in a remarkably pointless competition: fighting to sit atop a rival’s head. I make a video of this, but it’…
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