there is something so essential about a convenience store, 

a corner shop, 

a kiosk. 

in a typical visit, you could leave with a completely unrelated item.

something that you had not intended to buy upon arrival. 

or rather, you might not have anything in mind to begin with. 

maybe you’re guided by an unexplainable desire to desire something, 

or need an excuse to check out the cashier, 

or you just like the general vibe.

regardless, this is imperative to a convenience store’s financial success.

they must convince you to buy more than originally planned. 

well, that‘s the whole idea; 

you’re already there, 

they already have it, 

it is convenient. 

this selling point is all thats required for my consumership.

it saves me the time of another stop elsewhere, 

time i could now spend continuing to deliberate on…

my unstable future… 

and meaningless existence…

it's a win-win!

they win my money, 

i win a perpetuating cycle of guilt and dread… 

and some takis usually.