Vertigo

I do not really have a fear of heights... But I do seem to experience a variety of motion sicknesses. Not even motion sickness--motions throw me off kilter:
elevator rides..
boat mooring....
swings..
spiral staircases--ascending and descending...

On the terrace, accessible by the oh-so-minimal Sky View floor of the museum, I am reminded of the first time I experienced vertigo. I was climbing hills around Gold Hill, an old mining area outside Boulder, with T. D. who knew the area well enough to bushwack. Only the bushwacking meant walking on a trail-less hillside. I recall, in my full sobriety, how the wold in my eyes turned in to a tilt-a-whirl ride. I leaned in to and sat awkwardly in the hillside to avoid sliding or tilting into the emptiness .

Looking over the edge of the New Museum brought back a similar vertiginous feeling. And why, at that moment, I thought of the young women trapped in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire of 1911, I cannot tell you.