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When we took the glossy black lift up to the 124th floor, it felt as though we weren’t moving at all, even though we were rising at ten metres a second.

Eleanor Margesson

Our ears popped a few times while seagull music and images played from a dozen little plasma screens scattered around its walls. Then the doors opened and we walked out onto the observation deck. The view seemed very familiar. That confused me. Here I was, up on the tallest building in the world and I felt like I’d seen this sort of thing before. I was looking down past the tops of skyscrapers at snaking road and rail systems. Then I realised that I had indeed seen cities from this viewpoint many times before. From a plane.