Reality Escapism Revisited: the Shopping Mall as a Social Institution
The streets down below are steamy with fumes, all sorts of fumes. One can almost smell all that as one gets off the crowded platform of the nearby train station. It is, as many other places of humanity are, a chaotic symphony of sensory overload of any and every nature. The smell is a combination of toxic exhaust fumes belched from inefficient jeepney engines, the heavily salted batter of fried chicken, fried fish, and fried God-knows-what-else.