The intersection didn't look mysterious. It was just an intersection, four corners and a traffic light, with a gray and red Texaco station on one corner.

I worked there for nine months, as a college drop-out doing time pumping gas, selling lotto tickets, wiping the counters with a wet, red rag, and giving out directions. I gave a lot of directions. It seemed like a simple, normal intersection, but apparently we existed in some dark, mysterious crossroads which baffled all the online maps, leaving a lot of people asking where they were and how to get where they were going.

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