• Monologue


    The tail wasn’t the first thing he saw. That creature had no mouth.

    Hello Mr. Rich Man, trapped in your world again with that glass in your hand, I see. I can see the tears that are gathered in your eyes, Mr. Rich Man, I can see that you planned to own me, but it didn’t work out, Mr. Rich Man.

    He sat down, observing the strange creature with that silvery hair and that glistening tail. It was odd how that woman...fish... thing looked almost clever enough to talk but couldn’t say a word. She merely hovered in the water, her hands pressed against the screen. Her eyes were blazing fiercely, as if wanting to melt this glass that separated her from him. Or maybe just to melt him and that arrogant smirk on his face. She was jealous of his mouth.

    Mr. Rich Man, are you laughing at what I am saying? Are you perhaps thinking that you have captured me, probably immortalised me in this glass case? I remember that the one that was captured was you and not me, Mr. Rich Man.

    She didn’t look intelligent enough to say anything. She couldn’t make an angry face, a sad face or any sort of face with only a nose and a pair of blazing, white eyes. As white as that ridiculous mop of hair and that tail.

    You can still face yourself in the mirror and sleep at night, Mr. Rich Man. How could you sleep without nightmares and without guilt after all the things you have done, Mr. Rich Man? I think you are jealous, Mr. Rich Man, jealous that I am more human than you.

    She had no mouth to complain with. She did not have things like heartache, sorrow and anger. She only had her blazing eyes and those paper-white fists that were pressed against the glass. She was such a weird, weird creature. She was not human and not clever. She was not like him and therefore he kept her as a little accessory. Like one keeps animals as pets, domesticating them and feeding them. Less complicated than children and a little more warmer than dolls.

    Aren't you the doll, Mr. Rich Man? The one who dances and sways to the tune of money and bows to those who are influential? You're looking a little worse for wear, Mr. Rich Man. You have all the money in the world and still you are missing something. What could be missing from your life, Mr. Rich Man, that you have to cage me here? There is no ocean you have not crossed and no sky you haven't flown, so what is missing Mr. Rich Man?

    She was a pitiful pet. She had no mouth. Nobody wanted a lame or ugly pet. If only she had a mouth then she might be a more aesthetically pleasing pet. She was an unusual species of fish, after all.

    You're the one who can't hear! You're the one who is deaf! You're the one who can't find his voice when there is injustice going on!

    Was it his imagination or was the creature scorching him with her gaze? It wasn't really possible. That was like saying a goldfish was evil. There was nothing good or evil about her. She was just there, like a ribbon in a dress or a lemon in a glass. No reason, but it just looked nicer with her there. Like the tank looked fuller with her in it. Pity she had no mouth.

    Pity you can't understand.