The happy place

Today I went to Lidl.

I had my long hair on me and a beige brown sweater, and I saw a bright and colourful world around me, yet again my eyes strayed on the foliage of the trees and marvelled at their colourful leaves up there, green, red and yellow like fruit salad.

I met a friend on the way there, who was taking his Jeep to the parking lot to be photographed, as he is selling it because something is wrong with the transmission, it sometimes just stops working and the car comes to a halt.

The Lidl building is charming for how ugly it looks and how mal placed it looks with its saddle roof and function even on this street. It looks ugly even in comparison to the gas station nearby.

Inside it I saw many interesting things, like this young couple one of them (the female) was pregnant and they were looking at potatoes, then an old lady with curly white hair and a purple jacket.

I was amazed by that thought that they all had complete life just like mine and that they each one has thousand stories in them but we just pass each other, likely for the last time.

It’s a type of vertigo like sensation, hard to describe, not of being insignificant, not at all, but rather it’s just the opposite; all of these people are significant, all of them carry so much with them, dreams and nightmares and that’s what dazzled me, not that I am just one of them makes me any less, but I guess it’s the duality of being insignificant and also significant depending on where you zoom.

Then my neighbour called while I was shopping zucchini and asked whether to install Windows 11 and I said I would help even though I know she might not have a TPM module or whatever, I will have to go there and assess the situation. These neighbours are so kind and gentle and I am richer for knowing them.

Anyway, I stopped by the spices section because I want to smell as many if them I can before it is too late, and some I have completely forgotten what they smell like and therefore as you can understand I took a fistful of spice boxes.

I look forward to opening all of them to smell them I want to remember what they smell like.

Then I saw a corpulent old man with glasses and an impossibly big nose, almost like a troll and chuckled to myself because it was the reflection of myself in a mirror I saw, and I found the realisation amusing rather than unsettling.

Inspired by my grotesque reflection I went and bought a 10€ black fleece vest to complete the look.

I’ll start buying all my clothes at Lidl