It's a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under. Last weekend I went xmas shopping at my nearby shopping mall. It was a sense jamming experience. It was not the crowd of dazed shoppers and distressed and bored crying babes that bothered me it was the atmosphere. There was a loud buzz in the popcorn and puke scented air of the wheels of capitalism turning that was stomach churning. Those shopping meccas have no windows and are designed to distract and disorient. People do this for fun.
Shopping isles crammed with plastic junk were so revoltingly excessive to me. I forgot what I was planning to purchase so called a friend and chatted until I could locate an exit and escape. This year my xmas gift will be an oxfam goat.