I’m looking at a burning skyscraper, hundreds of stories tall. On every floor people are laughing and talking. Here at street level, more people continue to enter the building, even as they see the flames and smoke billowing from nearly every floor. Every few seconds a body falls to the pavement but the newcomers simply step over them.

“The building’s on fire!” I shout but they only laugh and wave and head for the elevators.

It occurs to me people won’t stop going in until everyone’s dead or the building collapses.