I was bag shopping at the mall yesterday, and the song “The Way” by Fastball came on the radio. It’s one of those songs that I feel has been ingrained into my consciousness purely from radio play in places of commerce. Something about the chorus stuck out to my ears, and I took the liberty to look the song up only to learn that it was inspired by a news blurb about an aging couple who took off in their car only to be found dead at the bottom of a ravine weeks later. Anyone in the mall could’ve done the same as me with the ease of their phones, but they didn’t. It was just pure white noise to the rest of them. Nothing was offbeat or sinister; life was happening as usual.

Just a regular day at the dying Boscovs anchor whose facade hasn’t been updated since 1989.