The Unheard Howls

MALLS.

For most, it's a nest to kill time;
a center to meet familiar faces;
maybe ease their hunger;
and sometimes pay for things they may or may not need.

To me it's a jungle.
An alternative to a handful of other places. Sure it makes lives easier and more convenient. But looking at hundreds of people all crammed into one building going into different directions makes the world seem more unorganized.

When I sit down (if I can even find a seat) and listen to the sounds from the distant corners of this entity, I find it deafening and even scary. It's a mixture of all the unheard howls & sighs of all the lonely souls gathering in a ceremony of keeping ourselves busy to forget our troubles.

I know this works to the advantage of demons that lurk. To divert our attention away from the spirit of nature; from silent conversations and steady hours.

The mall is a monster of a machine that rapidly eats away the simplicity of every city.

Make it stop.


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[Image from the 1982 Warner Bros. Film 'Blade Runner']