Sitting at a coffee shop, watching people in a mall, wondering what brings them here…
The Mall is a license to slow down…when the over-heated mind can slow down to the pace at which we walk
The Mall is an oasis of privacy… letting us disappear, anonymous in a crowd
The Mall is what we always thought the city would be… a reminder of the dream that brought us to the city in the first place
The Mall is like a cool waft of affluence, even if only for a painfully short few hours
The Mall is the promise of the cross-roads… an imagination of hope and choice at every pause
The Mall is where we wait… for that chance meeting that can change lives
The Mall just asks of us to be a bystander… taking the pressure of the spotlight off, even if only for a while
The mall is all that life can never offer
But the mall shuts down everyday, leaving us with no option but to leave
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