snapshots of the overworked masses unable to pursue refinement. Not for them a peaceful,well appointed room of sun, wood and large clear glass. No quiet contemplation, no simple appreciation of special objects. Just rushing, and clamouring and coveting and getting it cheap, just endless unsuccessful efforts to soothe the suggestion that peace and achievement is in the next box toothpaste, the pretty shirt, the full cart...a picture of that manufactured desire that keeps other people coveting their special objects in peaceful well appointed rooms perfect for contemplation.
Looks like this Target needs a new manager?