They’re widening the highways again, adding more flyovers in the Fifth Settlement as if movement is the problem and not the emptiness of where we’re all going. My daughter asked me yesterday why the new buildings have no people in them, and I told her they’re for ghosts who earn in dollars. The water pressure drops every Thursday now, and I wake up wondering if it’s the Nile or just the pipes giving up. Leaders keep building cities to escape us, not to house us. I measured a crack in the overpass near Rod El Farag last week—three centimeters wider than in January. It’s not even concrete anymore, just a performance of standing.