Tuesday, April 10, 2018 9:31 AM

As I walk home at night, I see a water tower that I hadn't noticed before, lit bright green against the dark sky, like an H. G. Wells Martian pointing the way to Oz. The center of a traffic circle now contains three-meter tall artificial daisies in a giant post-Mondrian vase. Cats gather on a pristine white couch left by the side of the road. If it weren't too heavy for me to carry and too wide to get through my door, I would consider bringing it home.