if i turn my head 90 degrees...

if i turn my head 90 degrees to the right i see a row of dilapidated apartment buildings: cement, multi-colored, faded. one is the yellow-green hue of a turtle's underbelly (except with pink trim, of course). another is off-white. another is red as red river dirt. below and to the front are a few shanties that would give the hoover homes a run for their lack of money. every now and then, though, a tenant comes out to water a plant or hang clothes to dry in the sun. flush against these living quarters, and spread all around, is a junk yard. a steel garden. a vehicle cemetery. and yet, just a stone's throw beyond all of this complex urban scenery are a few business sky-rises, standing tall, alone, nearly unapproachable...