Every ally has a view. Down toward a tapering window of light, possibly a lit street or building face in the far off distance. Up to endless flights of stairs ending where the jungle bleeds into homes and streets with roots hanging overhead.
These are the obvious ends to every ally and the question of shall I walk up? or down? But when we look toward the sky an entirely new perspective emerges. The time is late, however the sky is bright? It illuminates to frame other worldly buildings within these thin slices of life giving light to contrast. My feet are in the past, yet my eyes take in future. Blinking to adjust to this reality, it become even less real. A stray cat tries to challenge me, it seems I’m in his territory here.