Isolation at the Walmart
- Bob Hazy
- Apr 22, 2021
- 1 min read
If you look to the right side of this ordinary Walmart photo, you'll notice a man, sitting. If you study it, you'll find he's sitting on fully installed diner-style benches. They are adjacent to, but otherwise unsullied by Walmart finery. The benches exist, apparently, to ponder Walmart's unexamined splendor, as this man is doing.
Kudos to him. Walmart is his Walden Pond, unspoiled by pretense.
“We need the tonic of Walmart...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all aisles be mysterious and unexplorable, that check-out stands and parking lots be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because [they are] unfathomable. We can never have enough of Walmart.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Walmart parking lot next to a brick wall (With apologies)