I wish I wasn't so self absorbed, I wish I could experience being normal, yet it's so indulging to latch myself on particular famous people and pretend they're me and I'm somehow special. Of course I'm not special, but I need to be.
As I extracted it to scan the savings tag from the small plastic attachment, I noticed the person in the lane directly ahead of me. A man in the same dark-blue waxed jacket was currently placing a gallon of whole milk and a bag of coffee upon the conveyor belt.
The days gather themselves like soldiers returning from war. The passage of time is like a book left outside: pages flutter in the wind, entire chapters flip over in the breeze.