QUIET IS THE DYING MALL

 

They say that when you begin to see the end of your life, you pause pulling together what you have left. Trying to hang on, to be open for renewal, to get one more chance to live vibrantly. You can see this with malls who have seen their best years, ones on the way to being dead malls. The growing number of store fronts shuttered, halls empty. The mall tries to keep things alive, image and all. A quiet descends on these dying malls, the chatter of roaming shoppers now stilled. The only noise the sweeping of the floors.