I'm a wandering zombie, I mindlessly choose tacos, beans and rice and watch other mice at eating stations. Sliced, diced or minced, flesh offerings consumed by hungry eyes starving for more than the warmth of a pita pocket. I stagger towards sales and get sideswiped in a dragnet of shoes, two cougar Barbies hoping to find redemption in six inch heels and perceptions of sun kissed calves. Magnets draw me to miniature clothing, red, white and blue. Drag bags through Babylonian alleyways Memorial day's modern function. New toys in the cage of consumption.