30 June 2025 – So here’s my fantasy. (Any why not, a fantasy or two, as you walk downtown streets.)

I imagine that older buildings are thrilled to bits by the mirrored towers rising up in their midst.

Why? Because then they can admire themselves in the reflection, all day long.

A trio pile in together, like squealing teenagers in the same selfie…

a patient friend (L) listens while the diva (R) goes on and on about her split personality…

a dowager admires what the tinted glass does for her ageing complexion…

and a couple of stick figures pretend, for just one giddy moment, that those bodacious curves are real.

And then — sigh — I smack myself upside the head, and walk on.