the signs at the pier.

the ones that say "it is illegal to sell fish from here because there is mercury in the fish, mercury & other toxins." next to, or under, the ones that say, "no skateboarding, no biking, no bonfires, no drinking, no drugs, n--"

anyways; the city chooses to criminalize would-be fisherpeople instead of take accountability for its own environmental havoc; i'm pretty sure the people who would be desperate enough to eat any fish close enough to the coast to nab it from the pier are not the same people working at the industries that dump chemicals & other pollutants into the ocean. you doubt that the systems at play here care that much about what the people do? there was a fishing village of Japanese immigrants at Terminal Island, here in L.A. county, who were some of the first to be kidnapped & thrown in the internment camps. and nobody here would know the ocean itself better than the indigenous Tongva and Chumash people. i see everything as connected; people displaced & killed, people stolen away, people struggling. world stolen away, world struggling.

i think about that, sometimes.

'you ever think about that?