The elevator opens up to a glittering cityscape, the wind so strong it yanks your shirt tails and forces you to grab your hat like a buffoon who doesn't know how to handle himself. At least this guy's doing the same thing.
Cold up here, he comments.
Yeah, you say.
Nice view, though.
You grunt.
Now that he looks at it, he says, it does sort of look like a cutout of a cityscape copy-pasted across the horizon line. You tell him that's a pretty weird thing to choose to focus on.
Yeah. Better to focus on what's right in front of you.
