My new friend
One World Trade officially became the tallest building in Manhattan today. Even though I don't want it to become a raging steel-and-glass egomaniac (like I'm sure is the case with other "OMG, I"m, like, the tallest in
my city" structures), I made sure to acknowledge this feat when I was going home by craning my neck and looking at it before going into the PATH station. As always, my eyes practically bugged out by how enormous it is when you're right underneath it, and I admitted, "Yup, you're definitely taller than me."
May it always be that way.
