Emily hadn't described this street in detail. Thinking back now, she probably had no idea how to describe it at all.
Human language often seemed inadequate inside a Nest.
Mai Mingle stared for a while. What gradually crept up on her wasn't adjectives, metaphors, or plain descriptions, but waves of dizziness and nausea.
The entire street was only a few dozen meters long; calling it a "street" was generous. Yet, it was crammed with sixteen and a half Tourist Information Centers. It was "sixteen and a half" because the back half of Tourist Information Center No. 17 was also on the same street.
It was like a car that had been rear-ended, its back end smashed in by another tangled, competing mass of Tourist Information Centers.
At a point roughly three hundred and fifty meters along their path, Mai Mingle and Emily stopped in unison.
