drill

Somewhere in this building, someone is drilling. All the way up here, it still sounds powerful. If you take a moment, maybe you can even hear it from where you are. I swear the whole apartment building is vibrating with the sound so loud, so relentless, conducted through the same thick concrete that separates all the units and all the floors. This ash-grey honeycomb vibrates and sets each room going at its own resonant frequency. And we're all so detuned it's starting to scare me. I know the whole building is starting to shake, and there's nothing we can do to stop it. In a few minutes this address is gonna be a pile of rubble on top of a drill that no one's turned off. And I'll still be nineteen floors up, suspended in midair, like in the Looney Tunes cartoons I watched when I was a kid. You don't fall until you realize you've got nothing under you.