(distorted over super market intercom:) you should feel viscerally violated by the unstoppable corporate encroachments on your attention span, by the fact that you startle like a trained animal at every notification, both overstimulated and bored, lethargic and j (ear-splitting noises of struggle over the microphone) jumpy, waiting for the nex (i am audibly being dragged away) the NEXT BIT OF VALIDATION WITH THE SAME SICKLY EXCITEMENT AND FEAR AS A (you now hear me shouting from the super market doors instead of the intercom, as two guards haul me away by the arm pits) AS A GAMBLER AT THE TABLE.
