I went to the mall the other day. Looked at a bunch of price tags, and felt extremely poor. But I suppose it is to be expected, we have to fee this cultural monster we have created.
It brings us together like nothing else, hundreds of people swarming one building in what you could call a common conquest.
They come in twos... lovestruck teenagers with eyes only for the person they've dreamed up beside them, Mothers with their daughters, trying to get over the fact that they are actually being seen in public with their own parents, yet somehow wishing they could dissolve the boundaries of age and lifestyle between them and this stranger paying for their clothes.
A pair of goths walk by, trying to instill fear and respect into a society that accepts them only long enough to label them. It would work well except for the box of rainbow cookies sticking out of his back pocket.
Another pair of oddities make a circle around the food court, baseball cap, fuzzy mustache, and a shirt tucked in mid rib cage, he walks beside his companion in a wheelchair, his eyes almost daring you to laugh at him. they go around, and around again.
There are women everywhere, selling themselves to society with all their strength, all the while betraying their most precious gifts. There are older women too, half of them ashamed of the fact, doing their utmost to hide it with their age defying creams, clothes, hair & attitude, reminding the world that they are still a force to be reckoned with.
An older man sits at the table next to me, a bemused expression on his face. Maybe he is watching too, like me.
All these people, so incredibly different, so incredibly alike. Slaves to their insecurities, driven to label themselves. And yet while they walk through the very society whose favor they are courting, they are like a sea of bubbles, each person a separate world orbiting this vast universe we call The Mall.
A baby wanders from his mother to pay a visit to another member of his kind. The parents exchange pleasant, slightly embarrassed conversation and bubbles are popping everywhere as people turn around to smile. All of the sudden Matthew 28:3-4 takes on a whole new meaning. The people keep walking by, screaming for God. I finish my drink, throw it in the garbage, and go back to looking at price tags. After all, when you are as Rich as I am, it's much easier to empty your wallet than change your world.
It brings us together like nothing else, hundreds of people swarming one building in what you could call a common conquest.
They come in twos... lovestruck teenagers with eyes only for the person they've dreamed up beside them, Mothers with their daughters, trying to get over the fact that they are actually being seen in public with their own parents, yet somehow wishing they could dissolve the boundaries of age and lifestyle between them and this stranger paying for their clothes.
A pair of goths walk by, trying to instill fear and respect into a society that accepts them only long enough to label them. It would work well except for the box of rainbow cookies sticking out of his back pocket.
Another pair of oddities make a circle around the food court, baseball cap, fuzzy mustache, and a shirt tucked in mid rib cage, he walks beside his companion in a wheelchair, his eyes almost daring you to laugh at him. they go around, and around again.
There are women everywhere, selling themselves to society with all their strength, all the while betraying their most precious gifts. There are older women too, half of them ashamed of the fact, doing their utmost to hide it with their age defying creams, clothes, hair & attitude, reminding the world that they are still a force to be reckoned with.
An older man sits at the table next to me, a bemused expression on his face. Maybe he is watching too, like me.
All these people, so incredibly different, so incredibly alike. Slaves to their insecurities, driven to label themselves. And yet while they walk through the very society whose favor they are courting, they are like a sea of bubbles, each person a separate world orbiting this vast universe we call The Mall.
A baby wanders from his mother to pay a visit to another member of his kind. The parents exchange pleasant, slightly embarrassed conversation and bubbles are popping everywhere as people turn around to smile. All of the sudden Matthew 28:3-4 takes on a whole new meaning. The people keep walking by, screaming for God. I finish my drink, throw it in the garbage, and go back to looking at price tags. After all, when you are as Rich as I am, it's much easier to empty your wallet than change your world.
3 comments:
Veeerrry nice
yes yes the rainbow cookies =)
Your writings are awesome. They're so full of insight.
:-D
I don't think I'll ever have anything bad to say about a single piece of any of your work. :-)
Wow that was really good!!
Almost sounded like something u made up for school...only its way to real!
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