Out the window to my left you can see the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges and the Empire State Building.
Well, you can see them but I can’t because of the placement of the desk. (You can’t see them either on account of the fog, but you could if you could.)
Meanwhile, the Statue of Liberty is behind my head. This is my life. (Okay, I turned around and still couldn’t see it. Fog again, probably. Or terrorists … haven’t turned on the TV.)
No, this is not my life. This is somebody else’s life and I’m sitting in it. A life that faces the wrong way.
If it were my life, it would face the right way.
But there would be nothing to look at because I couldn’t afford the views.