I set foot in a mall yesterday for the first time in ages. I was amazed at the proliferation of cellphone venders; an alien tourist might surmise that chatting on cellphones is one of the defining aspects of the human experience. And he/she might very well be right.
I like the architecture of malls, the profusion of logos, the immaculate surfaces. I have recurring dreams of shopping malls gutted and transformed into refuges -- miniature indoor cities so steeped in human entropy they've become virtually organic: horrific amalgams of commerce, habitation and debris.
They remind me of what Christian Heaven is supposed to be like. White marble floors, muzak, all the earthly goods one could want. Drop a 3rd Worlder there and watch the wonder.
ReplyDeleteI took my Great Aunt to the Mall years ago after it was redone in the Heaven motif and she had a neural breakdown. Stimuli overload. We were there 15 minutes when she demanded to be taken home.
Yeah I agree. The aliens would think we are merely organic phone transport devices. I hate my fucking phone. Everyone sounds like they're underwater.
I hate my fucking phone.
ReplyDeleteI love mine, but I rarely use it as a phone. It's more of a mini entertainment/e-mail machine.
I hate my fucking phone.
ReplyDeleteI love mine, but I rarely use it as a phone. It's more of a mini entertainment/e-mail machine.
A lyric from Modest Mouse always comes to me when I'm in a mall:
ReplyDelete"Let's all have another Orange Julius
Thick syrup standing in lines
The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
Well so long, farewell, goodbye"