Shopping Stimulant

As I step off the escalator on the top floor, my senses are immediately assaulted. I went one floor too many, but it’s too late. My eyes are transfixed, and try as I might, I cannot take them off an enormously breasted anime doll. I am like a child who just flipped through Play Boy for the first time. I am a slave to the dolls. What amuses me the most about the dolls is the fact that they are showing the politeness of the Japanese culture - the dolls have tape over their nipples. This tape by no means diminishes the disturbing sexual scene that perturbs my eyes. Two girls and one dog. I will say no more.

Somehow, my mind breaks through the stimulus overload and wills my legs to move. I cannot avert my gaze as I am forced to walk through most of the floor to find the down escalator and make my escape. I go down one floor and become lost in a maze of dishes. I slowly make my way through each floor. I feel as if I am on some sort of artificial stimulant. The florescent lights make my eyes hurt and it’s so hard to see the details of the vast array of items to buy. I feel I cannot leave until I buy something. Each object screams to me “You want? You need me!”

The endless streets have brought me to this 8 story monolith of light and sound where I've found what I didn't even know I needed. On the electronics floor, I find it — a light up USB rubber ducky.