Shopping

The walls of the establishment were expendable, the contents forever shifting. Mirrors covered the floors, revealing the true nature of the individuals held prisoners.

‘Humans still migrate, humans still find it in themselves to want to change.’ It was a blurb on the back of a book they were selling, entitled; ‘The True Eyes’. I was not too sure if it was suppose to be fiction, or non-fiction – the author had probably intended it to be the latter, however this I considered madness. Eyes? A laughable concept to base a worldview off! And of what relation had change to eyes? Surely I was a better person, a better human being than this man who wrote this book, for thinking this.
That is what I thought.

I knew little in the field of economics; however, I did somehow acquire a hobby for collecting things. Any things really – toasters, coffee makers, children’s toys, cereal, bowls, cups, ice-cream makers, doughnut makers, books, music players, televisions, computers, surround sound systems, beds and other similar furniture (such as cabinets, tables, desks and shelves), printers, cameras, air conditioners, washing machines, chairs, carpet, matrices, apples, oranges, milk, meat, chicken, utensils for cooking, stationary, biscuits, chips, fish. Immortal is the list – it always has been.

Say, I wonder, why do I collect these things? God pray, why?

At approximately twelve fifty five at noon, three business men entered the shopping complex. I thought of the people as self-proclaimed rulers in a graveyard. They probably did too – which is why the enjoyed being rulers.

And there was a stream running down the middle of this figurative graveyard which was quite unusual for one – streams don’t normally run through the middle of graveyards. I’m sorry; let me reword that; graveyards aren’t usually built on either sides of a stream. I knew little in the field of graveyard building however; however, what I do know, is that this graveyard is mistakenly viewed as a paradise; a utopian place – because of that stream. There! – Look; for there are people drowning in it just as we speak! Isn’t it sad? Doesn’t it make you lose faith in society?

My eyes narrowed in focus with the mirrors. ‘Hello and welcome, is there anything I can do to help you sir?’ In a situation like this I would usually, as a snake of a man, shed my skin and continue on my venture. However I knew better this time – I wasn’t going to fall into the river I had previously fallen into. I went up to that river with a bucket. I took the bucket and slowly, oh so slowly began filling it with water and emptying it on the banks. Haha! Ahahaha! Immortal was my laughter! Without this river, the graveyard would be ridden of it’s dystopian status and it’s captives free!

Then, something unusual happened. It had not occurred to me, the thought had just simply not occurred, that there was a machine constantly pumping water into the river via and underground system of pipes and other small machinery. No, no – what I was doing now wouldn’t have any effect. No effect at all. The water was immortal.