Walking through Triana Market the other day this stopped me in my tracks and I was reminded about how, back in the spring of 2021, I found myself suddenly unable to eat octopus anymore, while I was actually eating octopus. I wrote about it here. Anyhow, here I was looking at this rather forlorn sight and wondering, once again, why this moves me so much more than seeing lamb heads, whole rabbits and game birds hanging up, as well as various body parts from all kinds of other animals on display at the market.

More than a year and a half later I still don’t want to eat octopus. And more than a year and a half later people still think it’s because of that creepy Netflix documentary. Whatevs.