Fake Plastic Trees :: Radiohead
I have a strange affection for grocery stores. Wandering around, pushing a cart with me as I go, the colors and scents and smells and changing items that flash by as I go, all of it I find soothing. I have been known to be “gone for groceries” for longer than expected, embracing the peace and anonymity, of getting lost in the aisles.
Perhaps this stems from a past homelife that was both loud and chaotic, and the sometimes overwhleming need for quiet and peace, a trip to the supermarket the only available escape, albeit temporary. At the grocery store, no one knew who I was and no one was disappointed in me.