Hell VI

Move I did. Further and deeper into those cool environs. Watching myself staring out of shop window after shop window, looking at the world with tinted glasses and the merchandise on display with renewed appreciation for the finer things in life - branded clothing, shoes, eyewear and accessories beckoned with sly flashes of light that compelled you to seek the source, I wandered for an eternity and a half without any sign of fatigue.
My mind went from one possibility to another weighing, measuring, balancing the fate of one thing against another while dimly concious that the objects being measured against each other and against the value of th ecurency in my pocket were not necessities.
Consumerism afflicted me that day in a manner that would shame the most die hard shopaholics. I browsed, shopped and 'picked up' things.
I never for a moment thought that the price was being paid from the deepest recesses of my sense of self.