You know you may die, so you write your memoirs over the course of several weeks. To sustain yourself during this endeavor, you live off the remains of the shopping mall, which you also observe with a renewed eye. You can see that entropy is gaining control over this man-made structure.

In a fit of lawless freedom, you light the mall on fire. You walk outside with your memoirs and watch the massive building burn. You feel satisfied when you realize capitalism is dead, along with everyone else.