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For all that great cities had to offer, they were nonetheless mazes of streets * Deeply Odd

Claustrophobia wound around me, tighter and tighter, as if it were grave cloth and I were being mummified.

For all that great cities had to offer, they were nonetheless mazes of streets. Mazes could thwart and trap. Broad, open freeways offered freedom only until clogged with traffic or barricaded. Any neighborhood, rich or poor, was potentially a ghetto, every ghetto easily converted to a prison, every prison a potential death camp.