Daydreaming about daydreams
«The uncirculated air prepared to garner its daily load of invisible fart galaxies, which perpetually placed nearby shoppers beneath cloaks of suspicion. Post-it Notes sat in their bins, daydreaming about daydreams. At the ends of aisles 1 and 2, crisp totems built of reams of bond paper dreamed of one day bearing sonnets and solutions to string theory, yet in their hearts--if reams of paper can be said to possess hearts--they knew they would, at best, merely tout a daily seafood special or be the unread, unloved third page of an in-house corporate document on earthquake preparedness--and even fates such as these were probably too much to expect. Instead, they would end up as a discarded second draft of a homework assignment on manganese or pollination, badly formatted and crumpled up, tossed into a wastepaper basket alongside lumps of chewed gum, public hair trimmings, Kotex wrappers and the lids of cranapple juice bottles.»
- Douglas Coupland, The gum thief.