anywhere but here. another shopping centre, too many people, furniture that has become more and more complicated despite those low, low prices. you wanna pay in cash or sweat? now i find out i’ve even gotta drill my own fucking holes in the doors. where did all the time go? and the feeling. the allen key’s long gone. everything’s extra. no matter which way you step, you’re in somebody else’s way. she can see it in me – i always get like this in shopping centres. crowds do something evil to me. it’s pathetic but true. if this is the future, i don’t wanna go.