I have read that here in Dashanka Junction all traffic is carried through a twist at point 0:0:0:0. The exact centre of the interchange. A Moebius transformation which from the viewpoint of the overpass manifests itself as a quantised uniform vector energy change without a doppler shift.  This movement has two key consequences:  Firstly it provokes the spontaneous emanation of an infinite variety of local situations on every scale, and secondly it acts as the dynamo for the free-lunch physics of zero-point energy.

I have heard it said that here in Dashanka Junction we are witnessing the constant re-foundation of a concentric garden city built upon an infinite recursion of broadways of optimum utopian curvature; a divine topology that is implicit in the very logos of creation. It is an article of faith that it must of necessity be inconceivable that there can ever be darkness while traffic continues to move through point 0:0:0:0 and that terminal entropy can and will be thereby perpetually deferred.

I have read that here in Dashanka Junction a crime against nature has been committed and that the claims for sustainable growth have been distorted by a hairline fracturing of the iterative process, resulting in a negative-feedback loop of eschatological proportions: for every flourishing garden city federation there must also of necessity be a smashed telephone kiosk, a souring of the froth in every other cappuccino, or a night bus waiting unattended between significant locations to regulate the service.