in a handbasket

a hummingbird in the distance. red wine. almonds in a small blue and white bowl, clanking. my wife, singing along with gospel music in the background. a scattered and busy brain, mine, longing for chips and salsa and sleep. hands that wish to play guitar. hands that paint instead to slow the restless brain. a drumkit that remains unplayed in the living room. a bad mic cable, that leads to strange and bothersome sounds. the lid of a rice cooker, tittering. slobbering. radiohead now. how does one relax, when they just can't seem to relax?

did you know that they have television at albertson's now? televisions at each checkout stand, advertising various products that one might like to buy in the store. though i should have known this was coming, and really i did, it still hurts me nonetheless. i am so fucking disgusted by the rampant advertising. it has gone so much further than i deem acceptable. i told myself, even before the television discovery, that we would not be going to albertsons. not ever. but then you realize that you forgot garlic, and it IS just around the corner. well not anymore it's not. television in the goddamn grocery store. we're headed for hell in a handbasket as my grandfather would say. sometimes it just seems so bloody hopeless. the worst part, is standing in there and watching all of the people who seem to be utterly oblivious, eyes glued to the blue screens as they load their food onto the conveyer belt. they just accept it all, this complete and total destruction of their environment. has it really come to this?

Posted by jeff pitcher at September 13, 2005 05:37 PM

....................................