Super Market Phantom

A Story by Abishai100

A Homeland prince finds some cool distance for lifestyle at a super-market where meditations of convenience/consumerism afford confidence but then encounters a 'phantom' and a 'working' mentalism.

A world-pedestrianism 'superstition' fable, drawn loosely from the lifestyle 'metaphysics' concepts of the supernatural-masterpiece film Ghost (Jerry Zucker).

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Amlan Satan had been busy composing special capitalism-race superstitions stories online and then began to feel the 'mentalism' pinch of being overburdened by the weight/density of civilization-labyrinth intrigue or metaphysics and simply needed a 'cool' break from all this work with Earth-world complication and decided to invest in some convenience-comforting social-media/Selfie culture amenities for simplified personality readings and networking for everyday-life conversations (phew).

EZZY: I come here most Sunday afternoons, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: You're a pretty woman, I wager I mean, under your Coronavirus-mask.

EZZY: Ha, how'd you know/think I didn't have (like) crooked-teach (of a witch)?

AMLAN: Yeah, well, the mask seems to expose just-enough 'visage' for compliment!

EZZY: Well, thanx man, you seem quite the 'relaxed-life' bro, at least here/now.

AMLAN: Yeah, I've been unwinding from life's more 'dark' realities, seeing through.

EZZY: Good for you, man...maybe we'd get some Olive Garden lunch (sometime)?

AMLAN: Sounds intriguing, pretty-woman; I might spin this 'date' into a story-IQ.

EZZY: Aha, a social-media 'culture' yarn about everyday cool, eh?

Well, all seemed well/right for this Earth-prince, having unwound from the 'darker' complexity of capitalism-race 'labyrinth' or superstitions-writings and having met a nice 'pretty-woman' to share these more relaxed-lifestyle ideations with when something (once-more) changed for him. This time around, it was something more 'super-natural' that redirected Mr. Satan's life/consciousness, and it came in the form of a mysterious phantom-entity, which he nicknamed Scream, given its strange facial-visage of 'shock' emotion/appearance, and the specter, which he spotted wandering the aisles of the supermarket where he shopped, seemed like some kind of ghostly-apparition only he'd be able to see! Wow, what would this mean for his sense of sanity? He thought about that iconic Munch-art about the 'visage' of a man 'caught' in the matrix of the world in a solid-state of 'simplified' shock-inspiration (hmm).

Amlan had been enjoying a nice world-exchange symbolic soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) one Sunday after returning from the supermarket where he shopped when he thought about that 'Scream' phantom/specter he spotted there roaming in the aisles as a ghost, and he wondered if this newfound 'sense' of Realism instilled in him the sort of pedestrian/lifestyle paranoia indicative of this post-9/11 era Homeland of those 'incomplete-distances' to traffic/IQ confidence and sanity (for hospitality-readings).

SATAN: Pearl Harbor and 9/11 made 'scars' about Homeland traffic simplicity.

GIRLFRIEND: There's a 'bread' remedy for capitalism-civilization's 'woes' of math!

Maybe Amlan's girlfriend was right and that (once-more) he simply needed some personal/consciousness 'dosage' of comforting and unwinding self-reflection for mentalism so as to 'retreat' from those deep-thoughts of Earth-traffic layers (of complexity!) that surfaced images (or holograms) of certain complicating 'stark' photo-graphics of undeniable physical bells. Maybe that 'Scream' phantom he spotted at the Homeland supermarket was a 'reflection' of all that he'd conceived of while contemplating those 'incomplete-distances' to traffic/lifestyle 'complications' created by manmade/unnatural forms for simplified...beauty (wow).