Huge Pipes and Sliding Doors

Our electronic lifestyle coexists dramatically in a sense of urban disaster. Why do we feel the need to have our major tasks handled by motor and electricity? Opening a door is easy kids, open, close. We learned this skill at a young age, it is a regular task appointed to us. Yet some unfortunate asshole from the Neolithic or Palaeolithic age decided to rock out without his socks. He decided it was time for the electric lifestyle to take over. That primordial caveman stabbing his sister with his stick of skinless qualities. His brain flourished with the ideal of, oh easy things can become even easier! Life is just too hard with these door opening issues. I feel comfortable inside of a building with hinged, manual push open doors. Makes me feel yummy inside, beautiful beyond indulgence. Clueless speculation of adolescent individuality, confused speculation of a pranked nature, get over it. You walked right into that door missy, like a bird to his lifeless air. So rock on Ottawa, with your over dramatized acts of courage like the Huge Pipes and the Sliding Doors.