I'm not sad, per say...I'm...not sure what the word is.
I work high up, sometimes very high up. Not as high as I used to (such as outside of skyscrapers) but high enough (yet low enough) that I can still see and interact with the world. Hear it, see it, smell it - you get it. (By the way, none of you look up enough.)
I'm...not sure what I am. But I am a Thing, possibly negative.
I'm trying to hold on to things that matter, to put value in day-to-day routines and goals like every other sane person, except...I have a problem: I work high up. From my perspective, I can see things that make a lot of things just...not matter. Material ownership becomes almost pointless when you can see the city is literally falling apart from the rooftops in front of you, day in, day out.
Or that the area you're in is running out of horizontal space. That one is good. You can see the homes getting smaller because the space is running out.
Ohhhh, or the scramble of shoppers into the building that has a sinking roof, and vertical cracks in the foundation that no one knows about except you, the other inspectors, and the owner of the building.
I dunno what I am. But what I am, has made it very hard to give a fuck lately about a lot. From the top of a chimney I can see good things too, amazing things; beautiful views no one else gets because no one else bothers to climb as high as I do. I got to watch a proposal once, two streets over - that was cool.
But man, lately? My views have only made me question the value of things.
Rant fin.