Prison Block J: as others see us?

These a flats are our flats, as viewed from the road above. (I am in the pink block, to your right.) The builder's fence has survived because otherwise inebriated people might roll down a steep bank and choke on their own vomit.

From our side, the fence has advantages since you can see though it. Occasionally I feel like I am in a goldfish bowl, as passers by peer in. We are a kind of ghetto, some already exhibiting a taste for anti-social behaviour. I have to live here, so I no longer have any other choice.

Strangely enough, I am starting to believe that it will all work out in the end.