every_breath_you_take tender_square i turn the handles on sweeping windows to let the outside in. their length and width have been dressed in bridal veils to obscure me as i move mouse-like across the floors. a pivoting camera with an omnipresent eye stands tall behind a statued sphinx. i can't see the porch from my couch without straining. i turn the live view on and watch the tenant seated for several minutes before fidgeting. he talks to neighbours passing by, charming folks as though he is representing the property. he drags two big boxes up the stairs and through the front door with his bad, bad back. above, he blasts rod stewart (not even the rockin' songs, it's the impotent ones) and elvis and the beatles. i take up residence at the outdoor dining table beneath his window and time how long the noise goes on, an open digital police report up on my computer. thirty minutes of loud music and singing have left me with a headache that won't quit. i review all the videos as evidence after he leaves, grateful for the solitude and silence. 230511 what's it to you? who go blather from