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An hour later I reach the
commercial area, and see what I assume is the source of the spotlights. A
big used car lot spreads out ahead, festooned with bright plastic flags,
balloons, and a gigantic inflatable Gorilla, Cowboy, and Elvis. But as I
get closer, I realize the lights are still a ways off, somewhere behind
the car lot. I keep walking, and the businesses around me begin to
dwindle. Car lot circuses and brightly lit motorcycle stores are gradually
replaced by vacant lots and empty fields. Soon I find myself surrounded by
nothing but flat earth. The sagging remains of fences mark the edges of
ancient lots containing nothing but crumbled asphalt and bare dirt. The
horizon is empty in all directions. If I am still in Seattle, I’m in a
part of Seattle not mentioned by any
city map
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