Bargain of the Century
Dystopian dissonance atrophied in atonal ambisonics. Avant-garde jazz on car radio discordant backing track to fog filled, sinister semi-dark of pandemic January evening. Neon light now just phantasmagorial memorial. Abandoned retail park at mountain’s foot wrapped in heavy cloak of Irish dusk damp, closed shops and empty carpark smothered by that seasonable and weighty fabric. Erratic notes fill wraithlike void left by clangourous shoppers. Yes, the carpark’s empty, but the night sky is full. They should come here and watch the stars for free, swap retail therapy for celestial collations and denote the constellations. No routine cut-price shopping spree: this is the bargain of the century.
