Amoebas

New York City is a school of every kind of fish.

The largest occupy the whale lanes. They are not predatory by nature but have been known to swallow other fish on accident. So keep your eyes peeled………ok not that peeled………ok you can blink now, you’re freaking me out………oh wait, you are a fish.

Trout, mackerel, and yellow tail take up the most space in the currents. They jockey for position through the lanes *GULPING* and *GULPING* aggressively all the way.

And then there’s the pilot fish. They’re the fastest and most vulnerable on the surface. They split lanes through all the vibrations on a razor’s edge trying not to be eaten.

Shrimp and their pet plankton mob the sidewalks. They also hope to not be eaten. OPE! Look at that. A Reef Street dickhead just got audited by a swordfish. He looks like the kind of fish that would call a stranger “Chief” or “Chum.”

Don’t forget the jellyfish. Delivering goods and services from curb to coral. They swim as fast as they’re able but it’s never fast enough. Their path is unique to the delivery species. The jellies float up and down while everyone else swims forward and backward.

For these reasons, when I’m in New York I dive deep. Deep to the hot but somehow also cold currents of the depths. Far from the chaos of the surface. Far below. A place where the currents move fastest in the ocean but reek of metal, piss, pollutants, and amoebas.

We are all trying not to be eaten.