Poet Samuel Lee likes supermarkets. He frequents them four to five times a week. There is something "inherently funny" about them, he says - the lurid colours in the sterile aisles, the meandering paths some spatially challenged shoppers take, the disembodied announcements of "Paging the store manager to the exotic foods section".
How, despite being a place packed with food, there are no smells.
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