sitting on the nth floor in the LA's room stoning staring out the window three buildings.
so high up it is quiet as if there was nobody around nobody behind the tinted windows
street level, hordes of people the worker drones some more well-paid than others a crowd to belong to
so high up it is silent no people at all but the silent three buildings and a patch of white/grey sky a different world the three buildings three silent sentinels three unmoving friends as white/grey as the sky concrete and tiles on the walls small tiles like in the toilet
the buildings have their own geography the climate of the cities urban heat island 3d structure alters the way the wind blows the way heat moves three unmoving friends it is a different world
nothing changes at this level, n stories into the air the sky remains white/grey as it always has though no-one sees it no-one does.
and the rain is falling unnoticed unannounced falling like dust like snow.