The Roof Watchers

Date: 9/11/2019

I'm walking on 18 de Julio near where I used to live on Rio Negro. It's between the park and the building with the copper roof. Lucas, Sergi, Rodri, and my family walk with me in a group. The city is unusually quiet for the middle of the day, with no cars or buses passing. On top of the buildings, people watch me intently for a small error I keep making. I forget so easily. I keep making the mistake again and again, though it's really not anything bad or wrong. Just a harmless habit of mine. I get stuck in my anxious head every time I catch myself. The people on the roof don't do anything. They just watch and take note.