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- pics@lemmy.world
Crossposted from https://lemmy.world/post/10156588
Irreversible
I once had a shop in a mall here in the UK. I loved these liminal space type service corridors. Felt like going back stage where the public wasn’t allowed. These places also connected to private, key card access car parks for shop owners so the public couldn’t see you moving stock to your shop. I see a picture like this and it feels oddly safe and special.
Back in the 90s when roller blading was popular, I knew some guys who would enter a hospital as guests and then take the elevator to the basement to speed skate the miles of perfect dry slick concrete corridors.
For a while, I worked at the Galleria Mall in Houston, Texas. Those service hallways went on forever, and never in a straight line for more than a couple hundred meters. It felt like an arena-style video game.
I would argue that the public side of wealthy malls have their own kind of liminal space. They’re quiet and seemingly empty, but with a feeling of being watched.
The Vaughan Mills mall north of Toronto has one of these, very similar
There was a guy who got lost and died in the back hallways of a mall. Apparently they’re long, difficult to navigate, and confusing.
Holy fuck.
Though, he probably died because every door he found was locked.
You’re sure it wasn’t the physical incarnation of his inner shadow that killed him?





