for my black bag to enter from backstage onto the carousel (with no applause…I always felt like they were little performers entering the “scene”…) I consider just watching it pass me on its meandering slow path under the anxious gaze of hungry shoppers. maybe avoid it…let it cycle through…taunt it with de-possession. I like that no one can detect I let a bag of my own slip through. Even when I’m staring RIGHT AT IT, no one knows.
no one seriously hurt, otherwise I wouldn’t have colored it red.
no one hurt here either.