there's a lot to feel looking over this sight. you're so high up and so far down that here, the sky is a formality and the concrete might be invisible to your eyes. like this, something seems to hover in the air. what it might be and what it would be— i wonder perhaps if i should care. as i peer over the edge of the world's bed sheet, i can see it, yes, the depth i would fall: six feet under ground, sublimating like alcohol.
you know, i've never actually drunk champagne before.