the pattern on the linoleum, nobody ever looks at it but it's always THERE, it's trying so hard to be marble but it's just... linoleum. like me trying to be normal. the cashier wanted to chat about the weather and i swear i almost vibrated out of existence, flight or flight but there's nowhere to fly to in the frozen foods aisle, just the judgment of the other shoppers and pixel's gonna judge me anyway for getting the cheap lasagna again, it's a no-win scenario really isn't it, just layers and layers of fake marble.