24 STAIRS FOR 25

BUILDINGS, IN THE WAY I IMAGINE THEM, ARE LIKE PEOPLE. THEY WEATHER AND AGE, TAKE ON CHARACTERS AND PERSONALITIES.

I like to think they grow as fond of us as we do of them. Buildings carry secrets; hide things; have soft, chewy centres.

This building, the one I live in now, would be me, I think, in a building population, a cityscape of souls. My one-of-a-kind pile of bricks probably had tattoos in its