Grains of sand.

The earth spins around while the people fall down.

I need to go to the grocery.
And get lots of things.

This happens every week or so.
Amazing how many things we think we need.
Amazing how many things will end up going bad in our refrigerator.

Amazing.

Smacking the forehead in astonishment at how much money I can spend.  Oh, to be more self sufficient and not needing a 'store'.

Are we a breed of survivors?  I don't know.
I just know I'm so deep in my thoughts it is like swimming, and real sound is an underwater current that I cannot comprehend.  Water wash me away like the grains of sand.