don't look down

There is something about the giant apartment towers that ring the cities of Asia and also the dense suburban neighborhoods around New York that terrifies me, particularly from the air. All those boxes filled with stuff, with people living in them with stories like the one I've just been telling. And like me, they all are at the center of their stories, with the important characters fanning out around them who are also the stars of their own stories. How can we all believe our little travails are so important? This is where religion comes in, where there is a wise being who gives a shit about a given individual. Or therapy, or friends. Or, as Wolfen says, Facebook, which provides the same feeling of a power that cares about your every move. Or, perhaps, a blog, in which you create the illusion for yourself.
Just don't look down when you fly.