Mountains of Shit

When I go shopping I feel overwhelmed by choice. It feels bizarrely lonely, staring at stacks upon stacks of things.

Products as far as the eye can see, products products products, but no humanity. They’ve got more stuff than you could ever need, but right outside people still have to beg and plead.

I don’t understand how there can be so much and so little at the same time. How can simply existing be prosecuted as a crime?

I suppose the abundance might be comforting for a bit, but all I can see these days is mountains of shit.