The escalator goes straight to the 4th floor. It only goes up. There is no down escalator. It is a one way nonstop ride.
You can see the cafe from here. “Go all the way around.” Say the staff. “It’s a circle.” You keep walking in circles. You never seem to get where you want to be. But you can see it. It’s right there.
There’s a trash can that cannot be moved. If you move it, it returns to its original position by the next day. There are signs warning us not to move it. Maybe it’s for our own protection.
The motion sensitive water molecules start moving without anyone under them. No one is anywhere near them. No one says anything, but everyone starts walking around them instead of under them.
There are brackets on everything. Management starts to insist that every visitor pass between a giant set of them. No one seems to know why they’re there. No one wants to know why they’re blood red.