Chicago projected on a torus
Lifting off from O’Hare at night, we fly over a gigantic quadricular game, with roads of light leading towards the world famous city center, minuscule with its high-rises in the distance. Buzzing over the game of light, a cloud of bezouros – the planes waiting to land.
What is amazing about a high-rise is that you never really expect how different the view is from the second floor to the 45th floor. It is also a pain if you want to get out and the elevators are full of slow moving old people, because... the stairs don’t work. That’s right, after you run down 30 stories and are about to emerge free, breathing heavily and triumphant, bahm! The final door is locked and will sound the alarm if you push it. With a date with a plane in the near future, I found another non-alarmed but equally locked door, which after enough banging produced a security man who let me out!! Moral: when in doubt, bang away.
What is amazing about a high-rise is that you never really expect how different the view is from the second floor to the 45th floor. It is also a pain if you want to get out and the elevators are full of slow moving old people, because... the stairs don’t work. That’s right, after you run down 30 stories and are about to emerge free, breathing heavily and triumphant, bahm! The final door is locked and will sound the alarm if you push it. With a date with a plane in the near future, I found another non-alarmed but equally locked door, which after enough banging produced a security man who let me out!! Moral: when in doubt, bang away.
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