I had a strange feeling when I visited one of the multi-storey car-parks in Northampton the other day. This was not the sole purpose of the trip, of course, just a necesary by-product. It was very busy and so I had to drive up to quite a high level – not in relation to my standard of driving but in relation to the levels in the carpark you understand.
On leaving the car-park I had the distinct impression that the downward journey was a lot longer than the upward journey, leading me to speculate that we were caught in an impossible construction designed by M. C. Escher and some how appropriated by Stephen King such that we were doomed to go round forever. Northampton often has this effect on me.