Dark Tower

Clouds glow gently in the dark behind a tall apartment, building with a column of bright square windows.

I was around eight years old when I first stepped into a tall, frighteningly swaying, apartment building. I remember darting to the window to see if the building was falling. Seven years of ferry crossings had not prepared me for a building that moved like a boat. As an adult, I learned the fear quelling facts about foundations and dampers, but I’m still unsettled every time I get into an elevator that goes higher than 4 floors. 


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