It is easy to look askance at the tulips, especially when you trainee supermarket manager plays the solar-powered mandolin with such eloquence and grace while the supermarket shelf-stackers perform the traditional dance of Putting Desired Items On The High Shelf Just Out Of Reach Of Everyone But The Tallest. Once we too danced away our hours down the seemingly endless aisles of the supermarkets of all our dreams, but now we grow weary of dancing our joy at their now seemingly-jaded special offers and we turn to look beyond the shopping trolley strewn car park for adventures that take us beyond the now mundane retail shopping experience.
Even our gizmotronic wonderments lie where we last left them to sit silent, unused and unwanted to eke out the last of their battery charge as we search for something else to touch, stroke and fondle, something that does not have that once so-beguiling shiny bright screen that we used to believe contained all the world we would ever need.
It seems our once so bright and shiny lives have grown dull and tarnished so quickly. So now instead of all that we turn back to stare at the tulips themselves and slowly begin to wonder if – in fact – the answer was somewhere around there, all along.
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