The danger of having a lot of time means one has a lot of time to waste. There are two major vacuums in my life. The internet and the vast cavernous warehouses of consumer offerings. Both overwhelm me. Without a list, I should not be permitted entry into the latter. I wander the aisles aimlessly, randomly putting items into my cart only to remove them three aisles later. Torn between a seething disdain for conspicuous consumerism and the desire to participate in said activity, the two forces wrestle under the fluorescent lights. One drives me to navigate the maze of every aisle while the other tries every rationale. Eventually reason intimidates me to the check out line. Buyer’s remorse develops the moment I arrive home. I thought I had so much, only to discover an array of useful items. A lot of time and dreams went into the acquisition of doormats and drying racks and soap – a most forgettable adventure.