5/5 Emmaliese F. 5 months ago on Google • 1 review
Madness
reigns.
The
first
challenge
your
soul
must
endure
is
the
parking
lot.
You
wait
with
your
vehicle
half
blocking
traffic,
creating
a
perfect
circular
vortex
of
anger
that
encompasses
the
street
and
the
entrance
to
the
store.
Once
you
attain
access
to
the
lot,
you
discover
that
this
is
a
false
achievement;
other
motorists
stop
and
start
with
no
apparent
thought
or
plan---
turns
once
begun
are
quickly
abandoned,
the
drivers
seemingly
immune
to
geometry.
At
last
a
space
opens
up,
but
the
price
is
having
to
enter
the
store.
Inside,
human
beings
scramble
like
beetles
whose
rock
has
been
upended.
Though
the
aisles
are
wide
it
is
impossible
to
avoid
physical
contact
with
your
fellow
shoppers.
It
is
a
grotesque
parody
of
the
bazaar
at
Marrakech,
as
if
dumb
animals
had
been
granted
only
the
amount
of
sentience
required
to
mock
humanity.
The
aisles
are
not
labeled.
You
must
search
for
every
item.
The
constant
walking
up
and
down
causes
a
numbness
that
borders
on
profound
despair.
Your
conscious
mind
registers
merely
annoyance,
impatience.
But
on
a
cellular
level,
your
body
cries
out
in
weariness.
The
fatigue
you
feel
is
a
warning:
millions
of
years
of
evolution
trying
to
save
you
from
becoming
mired
in
the
tar,
from
sinking
into
the
warm
blackness
and
ultimately
being
reclaimed
by
the
earth
itself.
Be
sure
to
get
the
dark
chocolate
peanut
butter
cups,
they
are
right
by
the
register.