“Burns Lake didn't inspire us with anything good as a name, in a part of Canada where forest fires willingly interfere with everything, even villages that don't care about them. You still couldn't believe that the name of the village which had burned to the core of its structure had an ironic dimension: Lytton. You often talked about it, I told you: “you should have seen the before and after, it’s a surreal comparison!” But there, we were miles from Lytton, we were "there were almost no Tims around" from Lytton. We needed to stop.
I don't know anything more exhausting than the road, other than grieving a relationship that makes no sense. And as we were driving at full speed, as we no longer had any pace for ourselves in our passing madness on the side of the highway, as we were rolling over each other with big bulldozers in our interior fortresses, we stopped at Lakeview Mall.
A teapot as a sign lifted my spirits for a moment. I thought it was Alice in Wonderland. Which was perhaps not entirely false. What unfolded inside was indeed a timeless hypnagogic experience, a bit like Narnia, a bit like the little guy who innocently rolls the dice and gets stuck in the confines of Jumanji; with an ounce of reget but all the curiosity in the world. Behind the front doors, we had followed the path of small white and brown tiles which did not inspire much apart from a blatant lack of concern for being up to date in the design. Like any good mall stuck in the 80s, Lakeview had its share of attractions that wouldn't have entertained us as much if we hadn't cruelly seen nothing but trees and roads for what felt like centuries. I was looking for a vape, you, the toilet. What caught my attention the most was the smell of ambient church basement hot chicken, the church basement of the town of Hudson to be more precise. This accompanied the saddest vision in the world: that of a doggie thing so sad, three-quarters so empty that the old milk doggies didn't even touch each other; I still struggled to get one, I said to myself my god, I have to get him out of here. Looking through the window of the machine, as if through a telephoto lens, I saw semi-blurred the vague silhouette of 8 people sitting in silence in the tiny cafeteria. The background echo of the TV broadcasting the news gave the scene a feeling of exponential loneliness. I wanted a hot dog, but since you can't stand them, you had fun looking at the decorative magnets on the metal column that adorned the poor neon-lit snack bar. Until then, I hadn't noticed that the mall was as dark as I felt. - check this that you told me when showing me one of the magnets which featured a lady drinking coffee and on which we could read: "it's just me drinking coffee trying to look important" - It reminds me of someone We laughed. We left. We left as far as possible from there, without a doggie, without getting better but without getting worse, we could have said after this mall that the worst was over, we still had so many miles to go but we were very far away to suspect everything that awaited us.”
Shopping Centers And Malls
“Burns Lake didn't inspire us with anything good as a name, in a part of Canada where forest fires willingly interfere with everything, even villages that don't care about them. You still couldn't believe that the name of the village which had burned to the core of its structure had an ironic dimension: Lytton. You often talked about it, I told you: “you should have seen the before and after, it’s a surreal comparison!” But there, we were miles from Lytton, we were "there were almost no Tims around" from Lytton. We needed to stop.
I don't know anything more exhausting than the road, other than grieving a relationship that makes no sense. And as we were driving at full speed, as we no longer had any pace for ourselves in our passing madness on the side of the highway, as we were rolling over each other with big bulldozers in our interior fortresses, we stopped at Lakeview Mall.
A teapot as a sign lifted my spirits for a moment. I thought it was Alice in Wonderland. Which was perhaps not entirely false. What unfolded inside was indeed a timeless hypnagogic experience, a bit like Narnia, a bit like the little guy who innocently rolls the dice and gets stuck in the confines of Jumanji; with an ounce of reget but all the curiosity in the world. Behind the front doors, we had followed the path of small white and brown tiles which did not inspire much apart from a blatant lack of concern for being up to date in the design. Like any good mall stuck in the 80s, Lakeview had its share of attractions that wouldn't have entertained us as much if we hadn't cruelly seen nothing but trees and roads for what felt like centuries. I was looking for a vape, you, the toilet.
What caught my attention the most was the smell of ambient church basement hot chicken, the church basement of the town of Hudson to be more precise. This accompanied the saddest vision in the world: that of a doggie thing so sad, three-quarters so empty that the old milk doggies didn't even touch each other; I still struggled to get one, I said to myself my god, I have to get him out of here. Looking through the window of the machine, as if through a telephoto lens, I saw semi-blurred the vague silhouette of 8 people sitting in silence in the tiny cafeteria. The background echo of the TV broadcasting the news gave the scene a feeling of exponential loneliness.
I wanted a hot dog, but since you can't stand them, you had fun looking at the decorative magnets on the metal column that adorned the poor neon-lit snack bar. Until then, I hadn't noticed that the mall was as dark as I felt.
- check this
that you told me when showing me one of the magnets which featured a lady drinking coffee and on which we could read: "it's just me drinking coffee trying to look important"
- It reminds me of someone
We laughed. We left. We left as far as possible from there, without a doggie, without getting better but without getting worse, we could have said after this mall that the worst was over, we still had so many miles to go but we were very far away to suspect everything that awaited us.”