You know, clicking around on Wikipedia really takes you places. I was just looking up a little bit of information on the 40 Wall Street building, otherwise known now as The Trump Building, because I was trying to while away time, and, well, Donald Trump happened to be staring at me from my cousin's magazine rack. It was amusing to learn that 40 Wall Street was the world's tallest building for a little under two months, until the developers of the Chrysler Building took it into their heads to poke a 125 feet tall needle into the top of the then-incomplete building, effectively seizing the throne on 27 April 1931.

I then followed the royal lineage down, as one building was surpassed in height by another (Empire State, World Trade Centre, Sears Tower, blah blah blah). 40 Wall Street stands at approximately 282 metres, and the current reigning monarch, the Taipei 101, at 510 metres. And then you have the upcoming Burj Dubai that's going to be an estimated 820 metres tall. In geographical terms, that's a mountain you've got there, albeit a very pretty concrete one.
How much higher can we go before the executives on the top floors walk around with oxygen tanks, and snow sets on the top of the skyscraper? Manhattan alone houses so many of the once-world's-tallest buildings, I wonder at what time there can you finally see the sun rise above the horizon. Noon, maybe? When are we going to decide that the sky has been scraped enough?

I think, never.

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11:15 PM