Dystopia

I needed to pop out to the shops today and as I opened the street door the person slumped on the steps slumped inwards. I stepped over him and pulled the door to and then began a conversation with my neighbour's friend who was waiting in her car. Did we think he was drunk or injured? Should we call the police or an ambulance? He was wearing hospital pyjamas and an anorak, so the weight of the argument leaned towards an ambulance, loath as I was to waste their precious time.
The dispatcher was asking me questions about the patient's ability to respond and thus, thoroughly awoken, he engaged in slurred conversation with the neighbour's friend. He was able to confirm that his speech was a result of alcohol imbibed and not brain injury, though there was definitely a measure of each, the chunk missing from his skull was testament to that, long since healed.
The neighbour came downstairs and elected not to step out past our guest, and another neighbour arrived from the direction of the shops and chose not to step in. We were all keeping a safe distance. The dispatcher asked me to pass my phone to the patient so that she could speak to him directly and I told her that I was reluctant to let my phone any closer to him than it already was. She understood.
She told me she was giving the call a high priority and asked me to wait until the ambulance arrived. She told me I could call someone if I needed to but she wanted me to keep the line mostly clear so that she could contact me if necessary. She told me to offer the patient nothing to eat or drink and to call again should he deteriorate before the ambulance arrived.
I was so grateful to have my neighbours and the friend present, the friend was able to keep the patient engaged while he was glaring at me in a frightening manner.
The ambulance arrived and the crew were so lovely, so kind, so understanding, so patient and not in the least judgemental. Such angels! It breaks my heart to know that they are putting their lives at risk all day every day. I felt guilty for calling them and I felt guilty for not being as generous as them and I know that had I seen him slumped in someone else's doorway, I would have walked by.

At the shopping centre I returned to yesterday's blip to fact-check and I am glad I did because it is not quite what I thought it was.
It appears to be a showcase, perhaps for a shop, or maybe for the council to promote local events.
The grey bricks are printed on rolls of paper and stapled to the red bricks behind.