I can relate to what you describe. When Greg traveled back with me to my birthplace some time after we first met, the "new" mall I spent so many years just walking around had gone through similar changes. That there was still a Waldenbooks at the time was merciful; it was such a haven and safe space for me, and I doubt it still exists. But even here, the white and the light, with whatever ambience it's meant to portray, is crushingly oppressive.
There is something to be said for the gecko, given the history of the species in the area as you'd mentioned, though this is one of the days perhaps the photo should best be left to speak for itself.
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I don't know if I've told you about my love for malls but I definitely understand. Somehow there's a real direct connexion to the places in the mall with the memories of experiences there in my childhood. The Sears in the mall I went to as a kid just closed and it hit me harder than I expected.
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There is something to be said for the gecko, given the history of the species in the area as you'd mentioned, though this is one of the days perhaps the photo should best be left to speak for itself.
[Edited after a somehow accidental double-posting of comment, and deletion of the duplicate.]
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