Buffalo wings, frozen pizza, peas, and pie crusts, as far as the eye can see. Giant glass jars of mayonnaise and mustard. Cartons of instant noodles, bundled lovingly in plastic wrap; no fewer than thirty packs to a set. Boxes promising sixty miniature quiche pies -- sixty! Stacks and stacks and stacks of Spam, gleaming cans of tightly sealed mystery. Families wandering slack-jawed and glazed-eyed, in marvel and wonder.
Wholesale goods. The air fairly reeked of consumption and gross excess.
I nearly broke into a dance in glee.
posted at 6:06:36 pm
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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