Waiting on the Outskirts of Pulsation

'A times, there are moments of consciousness, and this makes me a pensive zombie. It is when I see little things, like how all the lights in the intersection are covered over with black garbage bags. They remind me of coffins. There are signs on vacant cash registers that say "the next cashier will be only too pleased to help you." I walk down the streets that have been abandonned, and know for example, that the message may be a lie, for the next cashier may never come back, and few are willing or able to help others when they are faced with extreme circumstances. I notice little things as a zombie that others are too busy to notice, like how the buildings age or the light in the air becomes tinted. Have you ever noticed that the handle of your car keys are rubber, to insulate you against getting a shock when you touch your car? Sometimes it's hard to remember that things can shock you, when you are so immersed in a comfortable routine. It sometimes takes an axe to strike you dead before you liven up.