A Draft of an Unsubmitted Post

 I don't remember when I wrote this draft. Apparently I got something in my head and started writing until (very shortly thereafter) I ran out of steam. It's all true, though . . . 

Pedestrianism

I started walking as a pastime around the year 2000 when I began working downtown.  We were in a building erected some 30 years earlier, and we speculated that it was erected on an Indian burial ground (OMG YOU ONLY MOVED THE HEADSTONES) and cunningly designed to be not only downtown’s ugliest building but, for you Feng Shui aficionados, a veritable negative C’hi generator. Because of this, all the buildings in a one block radius have subsequently either melted or fallen down or were converted into lofts with exposed brick and concrete floors and windows affording brief, unsatisfying glimpses of what is inarguably North America’s second muddiest river.

As a bonus for the employees, the building was so constructed as to not allow any air in from outside except what might accidentally swirl in through the doorway when someone either entered or left the building. This means, for example, that when in the elevator, which by the way creaked and groaned like a WWII movie submarine taken below its maximum certified depth, one can still smell the cafeteria lunch special from opening day in 1972. (Which I believe was tuna-based.) 

The place made my soul hurt, and the reason I started taking walks outside was just to get out of there.