Abandoned malls fascinate me. Maybe because they were such a big part of our culture and social lives in the 80s/90s, only to be largely replaced by strip malls and the internet. A relic of our childhood. A casualty of progress. I still like walking around the mall with no particular agenda. Is that weird? Maybe. But I enjoy the comfortable buzz of consumerism and a plate of Orange Chicken.
Here’s Denton’s Radioactivity playing in an abandoned mall and it rules so much.