Supermarket

I shop, therefore I am. If I had to sum up human life in three icons, I’d draw: maternity ward — supermarket — cemetery. Life unfolds between the aisles. Your grocery basket is who you are. Products promise happiness, simplify life, and make us dependent. A million kinds of cereal, sugar in every damn product, flashy packaging — all part of the consumption needle. We don’t buy to survive. We buy to live. While our biography is quietly being printed on a supermarket receipt.