Inside the Indian River Mall. An interior color continuation of Infrared Mall.

The name is half understood.

Shoppers coming and going once filled the sidewalks. The ghosts of 1990s capitalism fill the space.

Though the air is cool the humidity is high.

The metal gates could not keep capitalism from escaping.

Empty glass storefronts reflect the lone passerby.

A forgotten corner.

No secrets left to tell. Just a smeared afterthought over the gate.

A certain sadness pervades the cavernous halls.

Past happiness lies like dust on the furniture.

The Manatees want you to sit with them while remembering the past.