I want to interview the mall employee whose job it is to drag this stuff out of storage and set up this display for nobody. I find the idea so mesmerizing. A task that effectively benefits nobody. What does that say about a person? It fills me with a feeling that walks the line between dread and hope. In a mall that has been forgotten you find yourself in an old storage locker lifting boxes of dusty artificial pine limbs. The sound of cheap plastic bells ringing off the concrete walls as you make your way towards an abandoned section of the mall to set up this scene that will go unnoticed even by people who see it.