Shop Trance

I saw one of my playing card packs sitting on a shelf collecting dust, what a shame it is. I live in a world where I can't sit down with another person and play a game, no one has the time and peace of mind to stop a play for a while.  It exposes how miserable the world is. Small talk is dead, public decency is worn away, the youth are angry and frustrated and all that is left is payer and the little daily perks that keep my chin up. 

An ordinary working man like myself will buy one item of clothing per week to slowly replace my clothes as they get worn out. I can just walk about in shops and look at stuff for a few hours and get something new. I got some new bamboo shocks for a fiver, I wonder how they got the fibres to be stretchy like elastic. The mysteries never end. 

I just look at stuff in my home and see a familiar sight and I sip some coffee, joy comes from that. As the world stinks of allegorical decay and hate, I distract myself with routines and things. 

A solar powered flower lamp, a favourite book, the lights in my little bar, my hobbies and games on my Nintendo I can play in my down time. 

If you keep your fingers busy, everything will be ok. There is a joy that comes from being transparent to everyone and being busy in private.