If I can't sleep I visit the 24hr supermarket...
I examine packets, potions and paraphernalia that I would not normally squander my valuable time on... but there is something unique and incredibly soothing (for me) about public spaces such as superstores... when the commotion of daytime activity dissolves and all that remains are the night-shift shelf stackers, hardcore insomniacs and a small group of teenagers trying to buy Vodka through the DIY checkouts.
I wander around and watch what the other night creatures are purchasing ... I try to calculate their lifestyle, marital status and ailments purely by the contents of their baskets...
I wander around and watch what the other night creatures are purchasing ... I try to calculate their lifestyle, marital status and ailments purely by the contents of their baskets...
but then everyone does this ... don't they
