My office is now in a building that is raised hundreds of feet up in the sky on a huge arm. In the morning it raises, and after work it lowers again to let everybody out.

I'm looking down toward the ground, and there's another such huge arm, which is transporting a basketlike dumpster full of old tires. Though it's kind of amazing, we've sort of become accustomed to it. I complain that things used to be so interesting, and now everything is too organized.