Morning Report

Looking out from my lair two things dominate my view. The abandoned building opposite is capped with a shining white band emblazoned with the broadly spaced word "C O - O P E R A T I V E". In front of it and so close to my window I feel I could jump and reach it (though I could not) is a security camera. The camera is one of those municipal sort that traverses slowly clearly under the control of someone in a room full of television screens. I keep hoping that the camera will turn and look at me but it keeps its eye downcast on the streets below. A few months ago a group of boys broke into the building and sat on its roof, their legs dangling over the sign.