The supermarket was brand new, enormous, and engineered from the floor up to make you buy things you did not come for. Tonight we push a cart slowly down every aisle of 1955.

Aerosol cheese, the birth of the frozen dinner, the psychology of the end cap, and the quiet arithmetic a woman did in her head while the man at the register watched.

Two hours. No headphones needed. Just let it play.

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