Places.

This was the jist of a story told by a seven year old, over dinner at Joe's Crab Shack (while waiting for the round of 'paint your own Rice Krispie Treat crab' desserts to arrive). It was improv. Has he been reading my Russell Edson?.

One time, there were people who went to some places. Place #1 was a place. Place #2 was full of places. Place #3 was full of nothing. Place #4 was full of toilets.

Except it was even better than that. Tried to remember it all, but had nothing to write with.

I think he was talking about the mall. Not the Mall, but the mall.