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Hobart is well endowed with car parks. Argyle Street Car Park, Argyle Street. January 2011.

Hobart is indeed well endowed with car parks. We have more car parks than you can poke a stick at. We have so many car parks, that people never stop complaining that we don’t have enough car parks. The problem with car parks, you see, is that you build car parks and more people get a car to park. The more people with a car to park, the more car parks we need. Then, the more car parks there are, more people get a car that they need to park. Therefore, you build more car parks. So you build more car parks, and even more people will get a car that they need to park.

There’s a kind of witchcraft at work, and not even the first law of thermodynamics can stop it.


Cars require car parks.

Car parks require cars.

Cars require car parks.

Car parks require cars.

Cars require car parks.

Car parks require cars.

Cars require car parks.

Car parks require cars.

Cars require car parks.

Car parks require cars.

Cars require car parks.

Car parks require cars.

[Repeat to fade]



I don’t even drive a car!

Comments

Roddy said…
Too many carparks? Tell yourself that when you can't find somewhere to park. Remember, we all wish to park outside the business we wish to patronise.
Gemma Wiseman said…
Carparks!
Like a kind of alternative Jacob's Ladder!
Unfortunately, the heavenly element seems to be missing
no matter how many times we try again
and again
and again (Repeat to fade!)
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, too many.

GT, I think that there are too many cars.

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