The Consumer

My feet no longer grow weary wandering these shiny white floors. A place where you can't tell if it's day or night. Time seems to pass faster here but I have come to expect that by now. My mind is half absent for the place is now so familiar.  So full of people, so many characters. I notice the families, so many new kids, the couples, the groups of friends and think about their thinking and their dynamics. I see the people working, what their stories could be. 

A place full of pretty things, dopamine hits. A place which has become routine and a place always ready to satisfy abysmal human wants and needs. Many things resonate with my likes, I look at them approvingly, many don't, and I pass my eyes over them disappointedly. So many choices yet I cannot find that one specific thing that I want.

This is where I have been today. The hours pass as I expected them to and I am wearier than I was when I came. What's left? We eat, buy one more thing, a beautiful semi-precious thing I found, and leave. Will it be a guilty purchase or a wise one? Did one make a frugal decision or was it a decision to satiate the abyss of their wants?

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