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Jack was having one hell of a week. The past --his past-- was everywhere here. Thick enough to be suffocating and, through a quirk of timeand the ironic sense of the universe, real enough for him to be tripping over reminders, everywhere he turned.
He did what he always did when he felt the walls closing in. He found the tallest building in town - in this case the hotel- and stood on the roof. It probably looked arrogant: a literal way of putting himself above everyone around him. That wasn't what it was about though. It was about distance, and space, and most of all perspective.
The view from the hotel roof wasn't great, because the building wasn't that tall and there wasn't much around worth seeing, anyway. The lack of a real sunrise just sucked. There was a decent breeze, though, and in combination with having some space around him, at least he could breathe.
He did what he always did when he felt the walls closing in. He found the tallest building in town - in this case the hotel- and stood on the roof. It probably looked arrogant: a literal way of putting himself above everyone around him. That wasn't what it was about though. It was about distance, and space, and most of all perspective.
The view from the hotel roof wasn't great, because the building wasn't that tall and there wasn't much around worth seeing, anyway. The lack of a real sunrise just sucked. There was a decent breeze, though, and in combination with having some space around him, at least he could breathe.