In my younger days (because people still tell me I'm young) I used to enjoy shopping malls. Everything in clean lines and brand new, but now I spend more time in art stores than shopping malls. The malls have nothing for me. They used to reflect the things I must own to be the person I wanted to be, but now, I see mindless consuming, BUY BUY BUY!!! CONSUME CONSUME CONSUME!!! Does not match my inner voice of CREATE CREATE CREATE! There's an intrinsic power deep in creation, something different than that of simply making something.
Shopping malls. No clocks on the walls, time flies and all you've done is meander through halls. I never thought I'd dislike the experience of shopping like I do now. I used to get high on the feeling of buying, the rush in acquiring new things was like a drug, but now the rush is gone, there was no purpose in all that buying.
I'm changing. Changing in a way that I didn't see coming. Changing from autumn to winter.
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