It was a (post)modern wedding

The modern supermarket in the heartland of america. June 2009

A recent “vacation” to my home state yielded this Lebowski moment (photo above).

The trip was a desperate search for non-existent conveniences, engaging in constructed social rituals, and fighting the exhausting battle of biting of one’s tongue. There was love, true, and ultimate satisfaction in remaining true to my belief that I will never get married.