Liminal Wonderland

The clouds were getting dark and the air smelled like rain. I had the strange urge to go back to a place that I have not been to in twenty years or so. A place I used to go as a kid, long forgotten but its memory still lingering in the back of my mind. I grabbed my camera and keys and took a trip down memory lane. It looks almost as I remembered it only dark and silent. I felt as if I were a lonely ghost remembering its past life while exploring this dying mall. 

These photos are in order as I go deeper into the Wonderland of the Americas or as it was formally named Crossroads Mall.