The reflection is on the opposite side of the road to my sometimes workplace. A tiny flourescently lit white space in the corner of a retail mega-structure. Between the cell phones and chocolate giftpacks, the plastic buckets from china and the cheap nylon shirts you can also buy English.

The apartments must be on my side of the road. The block is surrounded by the shopping centre beneath- easy access. The machine for living is decorated by the bright colours of the everyday. I like the trees, which are also in a straight line, grid like and have grown to a uniform height.