so , marking my distance from them , holding on to here and now ( which is a dark and dank cellar with the pattering of rats and the bite of the time-helmet on my forehead ) i recall recalling the primitive grocery-store in the days before the moving black belt and bar-codes , the clear music of the old-time cash-register , recall embracing the big 100 % biodegradable kraft paper-bag with the saw-toothed top tickling my nose and placed the grocery-store on the site of the present video-shop .