Inside the mall, no rain nor snow, always light and comfortable.
Whatever you desire, you just can take it (as long as you own that little plastic card). Staff greets you like an old friend, cares for you like a family member. But at the end you leave. Maybe it is night already and all of a sudden you face the dark and infinite sky. And you feel left alone, weak and tiny. Where is my car. It's cold in this world. This is not my world, not the real one. Go back where you belong. Where we all came from. Where we were fed and kept happy. Love you mall. Will never leave you. Never.
