be quiet, just for a moment. stop talking and stop the talking inside your head or your heart or wherever. give the people standing next you that look. the one that will shut them up. do this to the people walking towards you as well. everyone please just stop making noise and sounds. stop.
ok.
now think for a moment about the air conditioning units in this building. think about what one sounds like. good. now think about what they all sound like running simultaneously. imagine that some are brand new, and others are nixon administration new. if you are all being quiet like i asked, then the sound must be deafening. think about a sunny day, but you are getting rained on. you are walking in front of this building on the sidewalk. these units are raining on you.
is there a rainbow?
ok. good.
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I looked up and the building was crying. I wondered if it was sad because it has so many people in it? It's hot and many of them are fighting or mad at someone or something. The others are wilted and lifeless. It's not a good thing to be filled with. But luckily, near the northeast corner of the 6th floor, there is a very old man who couldn't be happier. His apartment is the one with no contraption hanging off the side of the building filling his room with a false sense of contentment as if the world wasn't melting just beyond the glass. His single window that only opens half way is enough for him. It's hot out. He likes it.
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