I bought a fish and a fish tank,

believing it would benefit both of us.

I cherished my little fish tank,

regularly stuffing new living organisms and decorative artifacts.

I glorified it,

taking pictures and videos.

The more I did for it, the more it bounded me.

Questions arose:

Are fish and I really in a mutual relationship?

Or is this another way of displaying power dynamics in surveillance?

Which is controlling and affecting whom?

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Manifesting ontological dualities of a fish tank, My Little Fish Tank brings tensions between

beauty and repulse, care and violence, familiar and unfamiliar, liberation and imprison, and push and pull.