left the mall at about quarter to nine last night. i wasn't even aware it was early evening, i thought it was just an afternoon stroll. but what do i expect? we got into the building at maybe half five. it's still a four pm sunset or earlier, it's always dark outside and in the bedroom and sitting room of my infinitesimal environs. time is merely a digital, clock hand device, morning, noon, night. my concept of time is hay wired. 10 degrees in the positive scale but wintry.
as opined by one of JZ's readers after that dinner at ciao baby cucina in june, westfield's not shit, smaller than mall of asia but better than greenbelt and i've been to greenbelt.
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