“The Grid … I kept dreaming of a world I thought I’d never see. And then, one day I got in …”
—Kevin Flynn, TRON Legacy
When you’re shopping in Target during the pandemic, and the power goes out, and the store goes dark … and you think to yourself …
This is it. It’s out. It’s done. We’re screwed.
We’re all gonna have to eat bark from the scant trees in the parking lot and live in mud huts with matching accent cabinets. That’s it. No more electric.
In fact, as soon as my phone dies … I’m disconnected!
Nothing surprises me any more.
Better learn to survive! There could be Karens lurking in these Target nooks and crannies … what’s the nearest weapon? An Insta Pot? General knowledge?
This it it.
Target is where I am when the grid goes down and we’re all left to our own devices.
Night-ninja survival mode kicks in just as emergency lights flicker on.
Now it feels more like shopping during a session of spooky stories. 👻
But I remain brave and continue to pick out clothing in the dark, a most dangerous task.
What color is this really? It’s Target after all and what looks white in the shadows could turn out to be a trendy puke orange in the light.
Live a little … buy it!
Registers sound in the distance a familiar beep … beep … the world of commerce seems to be partly functioning again.
I barely escape! Ready to brave another weird ass Covid day …
Tomorrow we will see heads on plates alive in running water and just be like, “hey man, how’s it going?”
Like, ain’t no thang. Totes normal.
—rose fante
Flommist Rose Fante is a wanderer, “yeah a wanderer, I roam around around around around around …” Copyright © 2020 Rose Fante.
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