life is a compromise anyway

final departure from laguardia airport. i see manhattan out of my little window, bathed in warm sunrise. it's massively tiny. just three minutes later we were over forests, then ocean. i am a giant, looking down on a coral reef exposed at low tide. the little buildings are just brittle stalagmites and calcium deposits, and i could sweep my hardened hand down across them, cracking and crumbling a rolling wave of bricks and asphalt and street signs and taxis.