November 5, 2015
Zach Noorani
Rats in a maze –– that’s probably how we would appear to aliens watching from above. We sleep in one very specific rectangle (technically rectangular prism), work in another, and jog on a hamster wheel in yet another. And we take the same routes back and forth, day after day.
But there’s nothing inherently wrong with all that. It’s pragmatic. I, for one, quite like my main rectangles. And it’s a sensible shape for a building after all.
What I take issue with is where we go for our special moments. We always seem to end up here: