I was walking with my lover at twilight, on 7th Avenue in Chelsea, when I spotted it. “Look,” I said. “There is a giant raygun on the top of that building.” I stopped to snap a picture with my trusty iPhone.
“That’s a winch,” said my lover. “Probably for window cleaners, exterior maintenance, things like that.”
“No,” I said flatly. “It’s a giant raygun. It’s for shooting down giant chunks of flaming space debris over the Hudson river, before they hit the city.”
“Yeah…you’re probably right,” said my lover.
My lover is amazing.
That is all.