A traveling, temporary piece of art, I thought, how fun! But then I noticed the food — slices of sashimi among the vegetation, and the soy sauce that had been poured over her, dripping around her sides and down to her buttocks. I searched the crowd in apprehension, only to have my fears confirmed — all around me, people with chopsticks were digging in. My food dream fast became a food nightmare. I watched as friends, not a note of concern on their faces, collected raw fish from a warm naked body, and put it in their mouths.
I gulped my wine to ward off a gag. I smiled at my friend on the stretcher and explained that I wasn’t partaking in her generous offering because I didn’t eat fish. She smiled back, clearly enjoying her performance; the topless men carried her off, and I watched as the silver orb floated into the crowd.