my mom and i went on vacation to new zealand. she wanted me to get some stuff from a grocery store. so i went to a bus station and tried to figure out how to get to the grocery store. i asked someone and they told me to go to a certain place. i did but i doubted them. there i talked to an old lady who told me about her youth. then i asked her if she knew how to get to the grocery store and she said i had to go to a different place. i went there and i met a girl who taught me how to play a hand game. i asked HER if she knew how to get to the grocery store. she handed me a book that was supposed to be this thing listing the routes but it was more like a phone book. i ended up having to go somewhere else
and as i read the book i thought "maybe i don't actually have to go to the grocery store. maybe i just had to come here to learn about these different peoples' experiences." some real "maybe the real grocery store was the friends we made along the way" shit