Gold Fish

Gazing out at Flushing, the Chinese quarter, I felt as if I were looking at goldfish in a shiny plastic aquarium. In the container with a strong sense of plastic, all the culture that one should be familiar with and deeply rooted in his heart has become the object to be viewed. I couldn't tell if it was sarcasm, sadness, or a panic of being left out and nowhere to hide, but there was nothing I could do about it except make fun of it with my friends. I drew these feelings into goldfish.