
For me it might be something like:
Being encased in a heavy suit, collar and tie, and being destined for all eternity to wander some ghastly grey shopping multiplex, with the "air" that catches your throat, Robbie "flat as a pancake" Williams scraping his fingernails down an eternally looped blackboard in the background, the fluorescents that jangle - a heavy stench of artificial musk wafting out from the 24/7 "Boots", interspersed with the waft of chip fat from the "donut shop" - all those strange, pale people wearing indoor shoes - empty eyes - dead souls on the eternal quest for the empty dreams sold there.......

Trouble is, ALL shopping malls are just like that - hell on earth!
