Went to Hilo today to indulge in the Earthly pleasures of energy. One is the simple buzz of social interaction- of walking on crowded streets and seeing and hearing other people operate on Saturday, witnessing the way so many objectives in a city mesh like cogs. The other energy I speak of is food- the simple fuel of life. Nothing is more pleasant than satisfaction bordering gluttony, and nothing tastes better than dark chocolate, Kona coffee, and hot dogs after another week in the fields.
On the street front there was a grand sign proclaiming "This is it: Thrift Store and more." I walked into a cavernous room leading to other colorful rooms, and asked a woman behind the desk if this was it. "We have the thrift shop over in the back, the kids toys in that room, restaurant right here, and adult entertainment section behind those doors," she said. "Would you like a free donut? It's our one year anniversary." What a store, I realized, a typical Hawaiian conglomerate of leisure before aesthetics. In the same place on could buy vintage clothing, cap guns, leather thongs, and finish it all with a dollar hot dog.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment