walked through the aisles unobtrusively. He often thought of himself as a quiet
injynn walking through-out the woods on a fall day, and, this was one of those
times. He incessantly avoided any eye contact because he felt they wouldn’t
understand the way he existed. So, he may have appeared shy, snooty, or
disturbed those of earthly judgement.
one of the check out lines, which he really despised, he felt excruciatingly
alienated. As a student one of his premises was that civilization and capitalism
(which he had nothing against) had turned people into mere consumers.
especially in cities, were at the mercy of producers, manufacturers and
identity as environmentally sound, self sustained human beings had diminished.
This was only one of many of his dehumanization premises, but a strong one
waited impatiently. He looked around for distractions. Finally he decided to
look for methods of corporate advertisement within the store to keep his mind
occupied. In front of him stood a cooler. A fairly large cooler, being stocked
only with Pepsi products. Tarnish detested Pepsi products. When the
representative finished stocking the coolerTarnish waited for him to leave, and,
within seconds, used his black sketchers to shatter the glass of the coolers
rush of happiness surged through his body. He felt proud. He didn’t hurt
anyone. And, yet he symbolized his crowned thoughts. He wasn’t quite on the
other side of the fence, but, he stood on top of the fence - in between sides.
“Pepsi just happened to turn his stomach”,
John Alan Conte, Jr.