Last night, as I peered out of the window, I saw a light shine adamantly on a green plastic chair. Next to it, a heap of broken 1940’s bricks. The rubble where my neighbor’s house used to be. Another space broken down by money. Another old house and memories obliterated to make way for a matchbox apartment. As the rain hammered on the earth, I thought I saw the chair smile. A tube light spotlighted the drama in white and green.