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diff --git a/blog/illusion-of-a-grocery-store.md b/blog/illusion-of-a-grocery-store.md index 2020739..d98bbfd 100644 --- a/blog/illusion-of-a-grocery-store.md +++ b/blog/illusion-of-a-grocery-store.md @@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ tags = ["rot"] walking in beverly hills i felt the need to visibly carry a brick. once i had passed the abandoned periodicals left on the driveways of empty houses, i was immediately disrespected by the unrealistic timing of a pedestrian crossing. it forced me to run, straight by a driver in her vehicle legally classified as a truck, already encroached on the zebra lines, set to run someone over. suddenly, the glimpse of her shitty 10 dollar matcha dazed me with an omen of what was to come right up ahead. the erewhon grocery store. -approaching from the sidewalk it's surprisingly under the radar, hidden by canopies of parasols from restaurant-style outdoor seating. but upon entering, total overstimulation. i must run to find sanctuary, in the health and supplements aisle,, aisles ? it came clear too quickly that actually. the place is empty. why the fuck am i here. ah yes of course. i need 30 dollar erewhon branded socks. the fact that i couldn't actually spot the shopping baskets was the first noticeable sign this wasn't actually a grocery store. it would be an experience. +approaching from the sidewalk it's surprisingly under the radar, hidden by canopies of parasols from restaurant-style outdoor seating. but upon entering,—total overstimulation. i must run to find sanctuary, in the health and supplements aisle,, aisles ? it came clear too quickly that actually. the place is empty. why the fuck am i here. ah yes of course. i need 30 dollar erewhon branded socks. the fact that i couldn't actually spot the shopping baskets was the first noticeable sign this wasn't actually a grocery store. it would be an experience. it was clear to me that the fresh produce was not the star of the show. they were simultaneously both neglected and overly ministered to. ministered to as in totally stocked. neglected as in nobody was really buying them enough to require them to be stocked again. the real role of this area was to be a stage to perform the act of grocery shopping. an open area where you can 'bump' into locals. the final bastion of third spaces in the united states of america. each fruit and vegetable was playing their part to perfection, correctly positioned and neatly aligned in artificial grids and plastic containers. |