In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the Empire State Building.

Sometimes we spend our entire day at work looking at the computer screen.

And then something will remind us to turn around and look out the window.

And we’ll spend a few minutes staring at the Empire State Building.

And we’ll think about all the people inside.

Most of them are probably staring at the computer, or talking on the phone or yelling at their assistants or getting yelled at by their boss. Others are no doubt eating or riding the elevator or omg maybe even having sex? For a second it seems like life would be so much more exciting in the Empire State Building!

But then the thought passes, and we turn around and get back to work.