Convenience
It's 2 am, and I'm in the 24hour convenience store. I have to buy something, I forgot what it was. I'm walking near the shelves carefully examining each product. Maybe I’ll remember what I'm looking for.
I stop in front of a section of shelves which have packaged hot dogs. I think of the way sausages are made, I saw it in a youtube video once. Random pieces of meat smashed together, hyper processed to the extreme. I then think about mad cow disease. Flesh eating flesh creating a disease which eats the inside of the brain. Making it into a sponge.
What if I have that already, my brain is already rotting inside of me. Mold covering every inch.
Maybe I came here to buy bleach, to drink it and feel it rolling around in my mind, destroying every inch of the mold which is inside me.
I walk away from the hot dogs section and scratch my palms with my fingernails, feeling my nails puncture my skin.
I should leave.
I walk outside, through the sliding doors and into the night air. I'm at my front door when I remember what I was looking for.
Milk.