Singapore’s Dhoby Ghaut underground station is M.C. Escher’s LSD-induced nightmare. Escalators crawl every which way without any sense or reason. Like the staircases in Hogwarts, they turn and switch directions when no one is looking. The same goes for the signs—their conspirators—designed to hoodwink and bamboozle unsuspecting commuters. Despite the countless times I’ve travelled the synapses of the mass rapid transit system, I’m still completely out of my depth.
