you sit on the edge of a tall building as you collect your thoughts. you're alone up top. you aren't there to die but to calm yourself down from stressful events. you close your eyes and take in the cold, dark air of the city's night. your calm mindfulness space gets interrupted when an aggressive man bursts through the door and begins to kick a marine-grade polymer chair. he lights up a joint, inhaling it. he turns around toward the ledge and stops on the exhale, locking eyes with yours.