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| Fish Fish in the air, seemingly over, under, at times eclipsing, at times passing through-- human heads. A roomful of busy jaws at Ling's South China Sea restaurant, one humongous tank lit by a long neon, and behind it is one huge room lit by many neons. Fish food floats pell-mell and is gobbled, while beyond diners hunch over their plates. A vista filled with unsated appetites. Some fish engulf human faces, an illusion created by two worlds aligned before the eye, a question of proper perspective. Four hundred million years of competing hungers evolved into this clear vision here at Ling's, which is so distant from the South China Sea. But I didn't come here for a proper perspective, or to see the unrefracted light pass through two worlds, one now, one long ago, and the distance of time between. No, I came here for the specialty of the house which is, of course, . . . |
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