A Biography

DanColumnby Dan Hagen
NP Columnist

“The supermarket is still open. It won’t close till midnight. It is brilliantly bright. Its brightness offers sanctuary from loneliness and the dark. “You could spend hours of your life here, in a state of suspended insecurity, meditating on the multiplicity of things to eat. “Oh dear, there is so much! So many brands in shiny boxes, all of them promising you good appetite. Every article on the shelves cries out to you, take me, take me; and the mere competition of their appeals can make you imagine yourself wanted, even loved. “But beware — when you get back to your empty room, you’ll find that the false flattering elf of the advertisement has eluded you; what remains is only cardboard, cellophane and food. Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.

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