Paul Sorol
And so it is.
A fleet of ships each with obscene tonnage floats around world’s oceans bringing containers from port to port.
In the tens of thousands of containers are millions of cardboard cartons and inside them are duplicates of the wireless earbuds you ordered a day ago.
At the port, the container is craned onto the back of a lorry that shifts it to a warehouse where the cartons are unloaded and barcodes read. One of the cartons is shunted back onto a smaller lorry that takes it to an address in downtown Hong Kong.
A twentysomething youngster with a dire need to progress in the world unpacks the carton that contains one hundred copies of the earbuds you ordered.
She selects one and puts it into a bubblewrap envelope that she takes down to the post office. The parcel finds its way onto another ship or perhaps an aircraft depending on how quickly you wanted the order to arrive, and it finds its way to your country where after a few handlings ends up in a local delivery van.
The driver is the only one who rings your doorbell.
