Reel Box Comes to Frogtown
I remember where I was when I saw it. It may be vitally important to remember these details- the last moments of the before now that I’ve been plunged into the after. What I have seen cannot be unseen.
The Ice Station Zebra brand of cold that the city has been experiencing of late has kept me, or enabled me to keep myself, from trekking over to my local Associated Supermarket to fill my cupboards. Today I finally broke the vicious cycle by shambling over to grab some much needed supplies.
I had moved with martial efficiency aisle by aisle until finally only the dairy products were left unconquered. I moved along the battlements of steepled cartons, the bricks of butter and cheese, when I beheld it, a monolith not unlike the Monolith, terrible and beautiful in its megalithic self.