I shouldn’t work so high up. I see the windowwashers dangling on little platforms connected to wires connected in turn to the roof.
I often stare out over the city. Up here on the 23rd floor, I can see most of the city. I can even see Canada’s largest mall out west. Then I stare at the windows themselves. I wonder if they are able to support the weight of a human body being flung against it. I think they could. But I’m too afraid to chance it. One needs to be prepared for the possibility of the window giving out.
Canadian politics. Somehow those words seem alien to look at together. When the phrase is mentioned I am reminded of an episode of the Simpsons; the one with the hurricane. I see a bowling alley teetering on the tip of a mountain. That is what Canadian politics reminds me off.