I want to explore old 20+ story buildings in old but big cities. Bask in the weird architecture. Tiny bathrooms in closets on each stair landing. Seeing office people coming in and out of the bathrooms as I’m walking up the stairs.

This would have to be done while tired, going on like 3 hours sleep and lots of coffee. Walking around downtown all day, in and out of buildings, up and down stairs. Would have to be done in spring. This is what people should be doing between the ages of 18 and 24. Urban appreciation, experiential grasps of historocity. The smells and sounds of each building. The cramped wooden staircase squeezed into the corner of the 30 story building from the early 1900s, creaky stairs, big lead glass windows looking out onto the turquoise spring street at every other flight. The railings stopped needing to be restained years ago. They’re amply oiled up daily by the palms of officeworkers in the thrum of paperwork and due date anxiety.

A pleasing thing is freely moving in and out of these environments, being in such a different mental state. Like when you’re off on a work day and there you are spacing out at home while your fellow humans toil around you.

I buy my last 20 ounce coffee at 4 P.M., finish it by 5 P.M. I walk another five or so miles around the city, stop in a couple more random buildings as the sun goes down. Then I return to the hotel and kick off my shoes and feel the blisters all over my feet and the sweat on my clothes and I lie back on the bed. Scoot up so my head’s against the pillow, turn on the TV. Space out as I flip through the channels.