Now that we're all quarantined and not able to enjoy being out in public, it seems like a good time to wax nostalgic about the spaces we used to collectively enjoy, especially the ones that are no longer with us.
These days, any trip to a mall is a miserable experience for me. It's the same cheap shit in every store but marked up to absurd prices for the quality, and there's too many people, and they're all shrines to capitalism. But before I was a professional curmudgeon, I was a mallrat in my teenage days, and there was no better place to spend a Saturday than Crossroads Mall. My friends and I would hang out all day, pester store employees, and get into very mild mischief.