A man fell from a building. Until his death, he washed windows high above sidewalks, so that powerful men could see the world better, the same one he saw hanging on a perch; a porch with buckets and squeegees, lowered down skyscrapers in a dense part of this dull city.
The coworkers drank beers in the back of a pick-up. One of them said to the man's brother: "There cannot be a reason for everything, despite what the elders say. Unless it's cause and effect, a force that drives the world, beyond what we can see."
Then they drove to the wife and gave her $200 for the fire she needed to turn him to ash.