The lot is jam-packed. Any free parking space is a bottleneck of four different cars fighting to the death. Inside, the aisles are a perfect game of shopping cart Tetris, operated by lumbering, corralled beasts. The shoppers – in a confused daze, plagued by fleeting bouts of amnesia and a general slipping of reality – cling to their carts like one would cling to a storm-swept mast at sea. The whites of their eyes reveal their fragile and disparaged state. Time dilation here is severe. The employees are too happy, unsettlingly so, greeting you with the fervor and zeal of…