I didn't go outside Monday. Spent the whole in the house. Probably happens two or three times a week. I go to downtown Portland sometimes, and I'm driving around amongst all these high rises and there are hardly any people out walking around. Now it could be that everyone is at work and only unemployed slackers like myself are out wandering around, but it just feels like there ought to be more people out and about. But then it occured to me: maybe they just stay inside all the time. You can get everything you need delivered, you've got all the entertainment you could want coming to you over a wire, and if you get bored with that you have a great view out your window. Maybe they are there, inside, perfectly content.
So there you have two plausible, innocent explanations, but it doesn't take much to imagine more sinister solutions. Maybe the buildings are friggin' empty. All of the condos were sold to people, but they don't live there, they live somewhere else, or maybe they don't live anywhere, they just travel constantly and just drop in to visit occasionally. Or maybe there are people in those apartments, but the door is locked and they can't leave. I mean all these high rises could be prisons and who would ever know? Pretty sure you can't get in without permission from a resident, and inmates can't give permission.
Life in a high rise has no appeal for me. Long waits for the elevator. Just going outside is an expedition. There is the view and that can be entertaining for a while. We bought a house up in the West Hills with the intention of moving there. Didn't pan out. Anyway, it had a great view, but after I had seen it a dozen times it kind of lost its attraction. I like my backyard more better.
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