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Public Parking places as Purgatory

 The garage is underlit, with a low-slung ceiling and construction that evinces the massive weight first of the cement slabwork and then of the floors and earth above. The weight presses down on you as the signs urge you onwards and downwards, one more descent the arrows inform then another
down you go, and down, and further down, spiralling into the seismically unstable bowels of the 
earth, what if... is this vehicular hell.

 Finally, you find a place for your car in the dim underground realm; now where am I - take a note 
I am five levels below ground...where is the bloody elevator? Car parks, we go low, I press the elevator button I am going high.


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