Krill
Glass
doors
opened
automatically
like
a
giant’s
gaping
maw
or
a
whale
about
to
swallow
customers
programmed
to
spend
each
mind
digitally
inclined.
Inside
the
supermarket
shelves
were
stacked
in
crowded
aisles
with
canned
goods
sliced
bread,
eggs
frozen
fare
and
cuts
of
meat
wrapped
in
plastic
cold
as
a
winter’s
night.
Rows
of
fruits
and
vegetables
are
inspected
and
selected
by
poker
faces
and
placed
in
trolleys
as
ladies
with
babies
barged
through
like
torpedoes
towards
the
checkout.
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