OF A GOLDEN AGE

At lunchtime I like to walk around the neighborhood near my office, through tree-shaded streets lined with beautiful old bungalows. One house has a single windowframe painted bright red; another has its back porch painted bright cornflower blue. There are also some weird people who constantly power-wash their backyard sidewalk, sending telltale rivers of soapy water into the alley. Once my coworker heard them screaming at each other while power-washing. I think they must have high thresholds for stress.

If you walk in the opposite direction along our street there are old factories repurposed into offices. My favorite building is this one:

Beautiful, right? Are you knocked out by that cerulean sky? LOOK CLOSER:

Uh oh. The emerging popular wisdom may be that sitting can kill, but hanging out five stories high is probablyyyy worse.

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