Dear Mother,

The new city you made for me is treating me well. I especially like the spires, where I can swing and rage at the sky pretending to be a giant gorilla.

The tubelight doesn’t make for a good sun, but I managed to make a fake ceiling with sliding doors with which I can control the light flow.

I’ve covered the windows of my room with newspaper, and sometimes I turn off all the lights in the city one by one and pretend there’s an air raid going on by flashing my torch onto the sky.

I ruined the south end by the river when I was playing Godzilla, but I’ll help you rebuild it tomorrow morning.

Can you bring me dinner at 8? We’ll sit in the southern park and pretend there was a terrorist strike.