There is a tremendous fog outside. The plaza I work in seems to reach the outer-space. I cannot see its roof. Big bosses at the top are the lucky ones to see the sun when the city falls into darkness. How bizarre it is to recall, but the last office I worked in was at the top floor of a plaza. The scene of fog below you, having just swallowed the city is one hell of a moment. It gives you the crazy feeling that you are actually... untouchable. You are at top, and still alive. You have now the blessing of the zeitgeist. A kiss from the angels of capitalism. A pat at the back by Darwin. A handshake from God... Mannnn, I like power!... You are looking at the window and thinking these things, then the program manager walks in and reminds you that he wants the report done by tonight. Suddenly no, you are not untouchable. Fuck! Anyway, to give you a better understanding, the below scene is from Dubai.
