There is a rising sun, throwing the city into light at an unearthly hour, the chimneys poking above the canopy of telephone wires and washing lines whilst the sky swirls with clouds and colour. From up here, I can see so many worlds blending together. The sea swashes into the sands as the spires overlook the streets and gutters that link environments that nobody would conceive side by side.
From where I sit, the roads reach out in all directions, like tendrils through a forest of granite towers, their destinations myriad. They range from untamed beaches, blasted by the waves and the wind to uniform housing plots, where neat little people are going about their neat little morning rituals. I can see shop signs, jostling for attention as the gargoyles and masonry on high stare down unnoticed upon the occasional vehicle, grumbling through its early morning rounds. And yet, just a stone's throw away, you can hear a dog happily yapping its way around one of th