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		<title>1,001</title>
				
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		<description>Reaction No. 1,001





















After giving up trying to get help or finding solace in the
outside world, you spend many days alone in the shopping mall. 



The trauma turns to boredom. 



You make observations. 



You begin to notice small details in the design of this
place, or at least of what remains. Things that you never really paid attention
to suddenly seem fascinating: the handrails, the doorknobs, or the girders
running beneath the skylights. There are precise touches of neoclassical order,
and of symmetry and elegance. It seems too crafted and serious to be the usual
postmodernist center of mass commerce. You wonder who the architect was as you
walk along the terrazzo floors covered in broken glass and debris. 



Who built the temple and who ransacked it?







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		<excerpt>Reaction No. 1,001                      After giving up trying to get help or finding solace in the outside world, you spend many days alone in the shopping mall.  ...</excerpt>

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		<title>439</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2017 21:54:40 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Reaction No. 439








































You pick up a copy of The
New Yorker from the floor of a bookstore. The dandy’s face looks
particularly smug and absurd in this context. You wonder if a dandy could wrap his
carefully coiffed head (and obligatory top hat) around the idea of a
post-apocalyptic existence. 














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		<excerpt>Reaction No. 439                                         You pick up a copy of The New Yorker from the floor of a bookstore. The dandy’s face looks particularly...</excerpt>

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		<title>591,485</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2017 21:41:00 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Reaction No.&#38;nbsp;591,485




















After two weeks of isolation, you begin to realize the
sensual horrors of decay. You forget that a mall is a living structure
requiring an excess of nourishment. The first odor comes from the bodies, and
then the stench of rotting food and garbage. The mold and water stains on the walls and ceilings quickly
follow. You can smell the clinical harshness of lab-created scents in the
deodorants and the eau de parfum that you huff for relief. It gives you a
headache after awhile, but it still seems better than the rot. It is a trigger for a sanitary memories. It is worth
marveling that in less than a month after losing human attention, the whole
organism unraveled. You begin to wonder how anyone could have organized and
maintained such a fragile ecosystem. 
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		<excerpt>Reaction No.&#38;nbsp;591,485                     After two weeks of isolation, you begin to realize the sensual horrors of decay. You forget that a mall is a living...</excerpt>

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		<title>3,046,981</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2016 14:15:41 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Reaction No. 3,046,981




For a long while that day, you question your faith in God. As a Christian, you assume he will save you (you are Catholic, afterall). This must surely be a test administered by Him. You have seen in it in movies, the Biblical sermons on Wednesdays and Sundays, and your widowed neighbor spoke of it when her Shitzu died of a cancerous tumor.&#38;nbsp;

A loving God would do this for your own personal strength, for your own divine suffering. Were the corpses simply the reminders of those who couldn’t pass the test? Had they failed too frequently in life? Surely not. You had failed, too. You too are a human. &#38;nbsp;You too are sinful. You’re boasting right now about being the sole genius who could pass this God-given test. 

You are soaked in sin. Drenched in it! So maybe you are dead, or alive. It does not matter because this is purgatory. A zone of luxury and horror. The sensual dream and the nightmare of violence: you are experiencing this alone. 

This is a test administered by God, and He is grading your performance.





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		<excerpt>Reaction No. 3,046,981     For a long while that day, you question your faith in God. As a Christian, you assume he will save you (you are Catholic, afterall). This...</excerpt>

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		<title>74</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2016 14:07:35 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Reaction No. 74





You realize you will never have the worries of credit card or student loan debt again. You flounce over a corpse into the nearest boutique... Next stop: Vuitton.





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		<excerpt>Reaction No. 74      You realize you will never have the worries of credit card or student loan debt again. You flounce over a corpse into the nearest boutique......</excerpt>

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		<title>35</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2016 01:04:54 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Reaction No. 35











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		<title>50</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2016 01:03:30 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Reaction No. 50












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		<title>1</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2016 23:37:37 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Reaction No. 1





You venture into the weird part of the mall... The part that has the Radio Shack and Hot Topic and the bad hair salon.&#38;nbsp;

Every mall has its underbelly. The lighting is less ideal, it is emptier, and you see that the potted plants are decaying. And now, with it being in the aim of God's wrath, it is utterly destroyed like the rest of the mall. Amazingly though, it still looks visibly worse. 

Death is not the great equalizer in this scenario. The easiest comparison would be ancient Rome: the great Forum in the capital versus the shitty cracked pots in some backwoods history museum in an unnameable part of Italy or Greece or Turkey.




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		<excerpt>Reaction No. 1      You venture into the weird part of the mall... The part that has the Radio Shack and Hot Topic and the bad hair salon.&#38;nbsp;  Every mall has its...</excerpt>

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		<title>5,937</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2016 23:29:50 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Reaction No. 5,937





As you exit the mall to explore a bit more, you notice the cars in the parking garage are totally ruined. 
How did you survive? How is it possible? Maybe you did not survive after all. Maybe this is some sort of hell or purgatory. You begin to question your reality. You touch doors and carpets and clothes and leaves. You try to detect any oddities or missteps in smell or sight. You are a detective dealing in the minutia of sensuality. But you can't sense anything that is off or wrong, per se. Everything is there, the only difference is that it's blown to bits or in some sort of state of disrepair. 

Being alive and being in a purgatory state in this scenario is essentially the same thing. It doesn't really matter if you died or not then. You're still alone anyway.




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		<excerpt>Reaction No. 5,937      As you exit the mall to explore a bit more, you notice the cars in the parking garage are totally ruined.  How did you survive? How is it...</excerpt>

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		<title>2,076</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2016 23:29:49 +0000</pubDate>

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Reaction No. 2,076
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		<excerpt>&#38;lt;  Reaction No. 2,076</excerpt>

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