Fifty-one stories high*

Among doing other things today, I toodled around the Interweb looking for inspiration and found a bit on forced perspective. Ooh ideas galore, no time though.

It is all about perspective, isn't it. In life too I mean; how we see each other, how others see us. If it weren't 1:35 am, I would expand on that. Odd how insomnia comes in cycles. No use in fretting about it too much and I refuse to take those pills that make you comatose for the next day.

Ah, there it is, the first yawn and twinge of sleepiness.

edit: this is a more contemporary example of forced perspective.



*or just underneath this again