as you approach the glass display you ask the shop keeper to show you the good stuff. he motions to the selection before you… an array of safe and standard recommendations that confidently lie beneath the glass.
“no…” you say as you lean in. insisting, “show me the good stuff.”
the shopkeeper nods and takes you to the back, showing you the Goods…
this is so good. it reads almost like a series of computer error prompts mixed with computer instructions and it's so fuck-you. i love it