As I sit in my new local coffee house in my new town I remember this guy. He was walking his groceries home through the tall grass field at twilight. As I navigate the web for jobs in Chattanooga, Tennessee I remember his story. He used to work at the Alco, a smaller more regional version of Walmart. As I get redirected from one application forum to another I remember his wandering. He now walks the streets of Lamar with his food that comes from the Walmart that has now replaced the smaller Alco. As I wade helplessly in this anonymous sea of 1s and 0s I think of this guy.