My wife, at the very beginning of our self-isolation, said, “I wish the government was as comforting as the HEB website.”
I made this zine a few days ago, and an hour after I posted it, I read this story of how HEB prepared for the pandemic. “Texas. Where a grocery chain responds to crisis better than our top state officials,” somebody tweeted at me. “National officials,” I corrected him.
“Such were my thoughts as I drifted through HEB the other day, lulled into the particular coma that those familiar aisles induce,” wrote Sarah Bird in A Love Letter to Texas Women. “I don’t know why, but HEB is a place of both meditation and epiphany for me.”
One day we’ll wander the aisles again with the luxury of being in such spirits.