In Strathcona, Vancouver, early morning.
View from the bank window. Mural, truck, chimneys, wires, a seagull and a buckling telephone pole.
No matter how carefully they make and install windows, they cannot guarantee perfection. After all, glass is a liquid; it moves, however slowly. Here, one pane of the bank window is decidedly warped; seen as a mirror, it demonstrates its own theory of relativity: space bends, in spots.
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