It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a home goods store. They don’t have any on my island, not the kind with bright lights and a custom retail soundtrack. I went with a friend because he needed a scrubber for his shower. He found one the size of my palm with a little handle down its back. It made me think of a plastic trilobite.
Speaking of plastic, in Greece apparently you can find shards of pottery everywhere because ancient Greeks used pottery for just about everything. Pottery for everything. So now they say pottery is the plastic of today.
This store was full of plastic. I stood in the aisle, looking at the coffee cups made of matte plastic, the kind that makes a hushed sound when you rub your fingers over it. A sensation so pleasant that you are liable to forget yourself. I listened to the plastic and wondered if this is what it felt like to be shopping in ancient Greece. Then my friend asked me what I was doing. He had already paid for his scrubber. I didn’t know what to say. It was all very profound.