Through art, I have a chance to ask what it means to live in a culture that will sell you your own self-image. In this piece, I reflect on what happens when one means of transference begins to die: the American shopping mall.

I want people to see time & grief & entropy in a new way. I want to help people measure time using something besides hours and minutes. Nostalgia, for example, causes humans to tell time like mayflies. For those who spent their weekends in malls and now see them empty, leaking, and crumbling, there is an immediate sense of loss. If nothing else, grief at the loss of a third place.