Its stainless boutiques and sporty bazaars. Its Taylor Swift corridors and
tireless escalators. Its complacent capitalism and top-heavy security. Its
complicit brand names and rubbish car parks. Its bothered shoppers and homeless
residents. Its framed McCubbins and half-price Condors. It’s escapist
air-conditioning and its cologne. Its stackers and checkouts. Its flocks
of iPhoners and vacant vapers. Its cellophaned orchids and pre-packaged cacti.
Its marble floor plan and stretched skylights. Its grocery valleys and trolley
mountains. Its sudden coffees and decorative doughnuts. Its jaded January and
surreal September. Its fraught pharmacies and two dollar emporia. Its distant
exits and practical chairs.
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