If you don't work in a tower then you don't know how culture develops up there. Dwelling in the tower requires adaptation. Imagine hovering suspended fifteen to fifty floors above lobby level; it feels like boarding a starship.

Today, as the corpies returned to duty you could see the leave hadn't left our eyes. We nearly walked by without seeing each other. Our pupils were focused but our brains were discordant. We hadn't surrendered to the rigidity of the work week. In our minds and our hearts, we were still free.