Hovering around the fortress all day. Sprinted across the city by bike to collect a package at the main post office depot. 6pm, sunny streets, sparse traffic.
N picks a Chinese edition of the three little pigs off the bookshelf for their bedtime story. Pigs one and two lose their flimsy houses and get eaten by the the wolf. Pig three outsmarts the wolf from within his brick house and lives happily ever after, the story says. The picture on the last page has him beside a bumper crop of turnips, the house in the background with two cute gravestones next to it.
From a city vantage
seeking the roofscape. All you see