I don't know where this "consumer" mentality came from. Guess I will have to continue to brood over it.
This is from the Poem of the Week (274!) I sent this week.
The woman washed up on shore. No one could identify her. As
her body lolled back and forth in the tide, no one could tell if she wasarriving or departing.
from Pears - Morton Marcus
I feel a bit like this.
At least it was sunny today. I was out, but so depressed or emotional than I can scarcely remember it.