A concept EP about life in a mall.
You arrive at the mall. It opens at 9AM on Saturdays, and you're a few minutes early. You step out of your car, and as you approach the mall you hear the familiar sounds of its radio, greeting you with open arms.
As you go from shop to shop in search of deals, sounds from all around fade in and out. Nearby, someone tries on new jackets; next to him, a man tries to match jacket and pants. The mall is always busy on Saturday. You try on clothes and dig in piles for discounts. When you finally find what you want, you take it to a clerk, watching his hands glide across the cash register keyboard. You pay in cash.
Now that purchase #1 is out of the way, you decide to get something for lunch. The foodcourt is on the other side of the mall, but you don't want to go back outside in the cold and drive through the parking lot, so you begin your trek. You hear both music and customers from a variety of places, talking about the latest purchases and, as you approach the dining area, the food they need.
Once in the foodcourt you grab a free local newspaper and flip through it. You hear people near you discussing house listings and desserts. Someone in the "kitchen" coughs. When your food is finally ready, you grab it and wolf it down hungrily.
The sun sets and it is now nighttime. You're tired in every sense of the word, completely exhausted and devoid of energy. You've spent all day in the mall, seeing sunlight only through high windows on the roof of the building. As you leave yet another store empty handed, you collapse onto a bench and fall into a hollow sleep.
Sounds from the mall around you permeate your dreams, offering you little rest. You are disturbed by what you find in your sub-conscious, but unable to look away.
Stirring awake you realize you're completely alone. The store in front of you, that you had just come out of, is now closed, dark. You hear the haunting sounds of the intercom and the hum of gentle machinery keeping the mall running; lights begin to shut off in places far away, and you begin to walk. As you traverse through the empty mall you gaze upon stores, all closed, their lights illuminating only untouched stock. You seem to cover ground quickly, and as you walk outside of the mall you notice yours is the only car in the parking lot. You get in.
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