Finding light

There's something remarkably depressing in a shopping mall in the morning: people just hanging out there, passing time. Sitting by fountains that do not succeed in absorbing the echo of the absence of shoppers. Old people, meeting there, as if it were a park bench. Young parents, tired, enjoying a finally napping child.

Too many things you are supposed to buy, to need, to desire. And in those things, so few that actually matter.