30,000 Feet Above The Earth…
…It’s a beautiful thing, a beautiful thing.

From above, cities look like giant gray scabs on the face of the planet. Scabs that glow orange at night. Scabs that the planet tries to pick off with storms, shake off with earthquakes, and dry out via disease. Pernicious little scabs.

I’m not sure how I feel to be a bit of crust in the scab, but as Underworld says, “And I see Elvis! And I hear God on the phone. Mmm, skyscraper I love you.”

In other bad metaphors, here’s an email snippet from my friend Tim:
i feel like a tool, but sometimes the drill has the best fun on the jobsite.