Mosaic of thoughts

A warm wall of hot air hits me in the face as I step through the door I just held up for a seemingly never-ending stream of people. "What are these people doing here? Don't they have jobs?" my inner monologue goes on before concluding that the same is true of me. Yet here I am on a sunny Monday at 3 p.m., about to step into an institution said to be long dead: the mall. As a teenager, malls were a meeting place I never entirely understood. In that regard, my evolution as a person is thoroughl...