Ah! So that’s where the fine minds behind those out-of-town retail developments got their inspiration from. The strip mall, where if you’re on two feet, you’re probably one of those mads fucks with placards on the street corner, yelling about the end of the world. Here, I was honked at for walking. For walking!
Now, I’m really not being all squeamish here, I promise, but it really is completely impossible to be a pedestrian here. In fact, they set you booby traps: footpaths that snake off to nowhere, parking lots that test your long distance fettle and four-lane freeways with no crossing for three miles. It’s megalophobic stuff: just you, a preternaturally enormous sky, and a big, fuck-off Walmart.