All the time I have lived high-rise I have not previously noticed the melancholy of the other tower blocks that puncture the horizon. As I stand on my balcony 16 stories up, coffee in hand, and stare out I notice how lonely they look. It could be because they are the only other buildings that I am able to make eye contact with that I suddenly feel sympathy for them. I don’t think I have made eye contact with them before. Normally my eye line is above everything else; when I look down from my balcony all I see are the rooftops of all but the most obliquely angled houses. One rooftop looks much the same as another, and knitted together they cloak the city with anonymity. Likewise the skyscrapers of Canary Wharf. They dominate my view, but being made entirely of glass are so transparent they only reflect back. There is nothing to make eye contact with.
Eye contact
All the time I have lived high-rise I have not previously noticed the melancholy of the other tower blocks that puncture the horizon. As I stand on my balcony 16 stories up, coffee in hand, and stare out I notice how lonely they look. It could be because they are the only other buildings that I am able to make eye contact with that I suddenly feel sympathy for them. I don’t think I have made eye contact with them before. Normally my eye line is above everything else; when I look down from my balcony all I see are the rooftops of all but the most obliquely angled houses. One rooftop looks much the same as another, and knitted together they cloak the city with anonymity. Likewise the skyscrapers of Canary Wharf. They dominate my view, but being made entirely of glass are so transparent they only reflect back. There is nothing to make eye contact with.