Dear South Shore Plaza,
I heard there was a shooting at you the other day. I have a feeling I wouldn’t recognize you anymore.
The hours I spent with you! Probably months of my life walking your halls. Searching for the perfect… something. Chasing a feeling of purpose. An activity. A snack. A part-time job. A friend. A dress for the prom. An interview suit.
Remember the banks of pay phones? Remember how many people I ran into – most of them people I didn’t want to run into?
Oh well. Malls aren’t going to survive this whole thing, probably. That makes me sad-ish but also curiously disinterested. You were a big part of my life. Now I barely remember your face.
-e.