Arias and recitatives by the mermaids. Bubble-speech, dolby digital, fish-eye lens, golden trophies, a piano, the topsy-turvy reflection of faces.
There are vague connections between all these which I cling onto for reprieve, and then in desperation, and finally in mock hilarity.
I am entangled in the middle of this spider web which I have helped to spin, and I cannot escape.