​Holistic Mall

There is something fashionably late about finding time to walk the malls of America today.  So tardy in fact that bringing new fashion to the unseen and walked daily by thousands and thousands—leaves the fashion behind nearing a trip and some a Fall. 

Feelings are intertwined in the halls of malls. People arise in all seasons to harvest modest vanity, but with communal liberties as parting gifts.  What is left is out of sight and yes of course tardy as ever, fashion is the latter.  See, those that hunt for new—chase the seasoned, which in turn is past.  But as glamor as witness, so then forward in style, fashion makes identity a passing smile. 

Although outdoor venues with native plants captures full collections.  The programmed ability to follow in colorful sign, caters to founding lush endeavors with sales pitches ever so clever.  Although this appearance of market, whether indoors or out—leaves again a “come back” feeling almost prescribing the nostalgic.  Evermore, the final exploration of fancying a feature of oneself is garnered eloquently with a watering hole of fabric.  As the premeditated alteration is navigated with the return as solace; brings once again the striking sensation clarifying in irony, whom cares?

Quiet in mind walking through with preconceptions and determinations.  Out loud the clicks of heels and squeaks of sneakers in bays of play.  Hanging high are the aimed in spirit toddler of labeling dictating so many behaviors around, and within leading to sprinkled treats to take time and please.  With full focus on the penny-pinching wage lists with flexible return item schedules; makes the deliverance of “new” timely and in plethora.   

The diversity of the shopping ecosystem laughs with affirmative action, but demographically so enabling one mesh with multiple sizes to flex, appeasing the human variance with a point of sale that passes on levies and freedoms bureaucratically.  As those that are employed in retail take strenuous tonics held by pressure at large, distilling the anxiety of absent and vacant hours left in the retrospect of a tassel. 

With inspiration the youth congregate and ponder the idiosyncrasies of dialect.  And of course, predators at every meadow lurking makes the congregating and full front honesty mostly questioned thereafter. Which resonates the paranoia that many hold phobias prone to when considering encountering the public. 

The lure of appealing is stronger than most hinderances and so the many walk through and live within the stone pathways and marble tiled aromatic entries.  So much is left behind when looking forward.  And the hopes that what a purchase is to make gathers the renaissance of the season to crossbreed identity with presentation lingering like fresh paint.

Ironically the will to return is again due to target projections and looking for what encompasses aesthetic audiences.  This is not with negative connotation that identity is held in vain, but it is essential to expression to the fashions of the world so that generalizations are educated by the individual, and shop freely in the eyes and ears of tolerance.  With cognitive thought on indulging personal traits perfectly visible as requisite; relinquishes the allure of desiring style in its sense and tardiness, but with anything that smiles as a promise to be sold, has no equal trade to hold.