The supermarket is still open; it won't close till midnight. It is brilliantly bright. Its brightness offers sanctuary from loneliness and the dark. You could spend hours of your life here$$$ in a state of suspended insecurity$$$ meditating on the multiplicity of things to eat. Oh dear$$$ there is so much! So many brands in shiny boxes$$$ all of them promising you good appetite. Every article on the shelves cries out to you$$$ take me$$$ take me; and the mere competition of their appeals can make you imagine yourself wanted$$$ even loved. But beware - when you get back to your empty room$$$ you'll find that the false flattering elf of the advertisement has eluded you; what remains is only cardboard$$$ cellophane and food. And you have lost the heart to be hungry.