Tyler Fugazzie

The Empire State Building is a whore. Accepting millions of strangers with little to no protection. If you’ve ever loved the Empire State Building, you must be a blithering, drooling mess, cursing all the mixtapes you made and letters you wrote. Aren’t you jealous of all these nameless passengers? But buildings are immune to guilt. It will never feel bad and it will never feel the same way about you. The Empire State Building has no issue with its fame. It handles celebrity much better than any moving patch of flesh. When they invented mail in Philadelphia, they did not anticipate the many satellite dishes, water towers, and potted plants that would spring up on the tops of buildings looking toward the Empire State Building. Height equals might, and this world is more internet than inorganic.