P.

Famous for its resplendent post office, I found one of the Capital P's long sleepy streets dug up and unattended. A whole industry lay there, resting in the hot afternoon sun. Surveying the worn metal and thick grease of the heavy plant machinery, I was disturbed by a passing drunk who suddenly began deliriously pretending to operate it, before, just as suddenly, his interest was lost and he slipped quietly away. That night I awoke sweating, heart thumping against the sullen hotel bed, just before a steamroller bore down on me, up to my neck in hot tarmac.