The Window Lighter: at blue-hour dusk, on the flat rooftop of an old apartment block, a worker in a reflective safety vest and knit cap holds a very long brass pole with a tiny flame at its tip, reaching across the gap to touch a dark window in the neighbouring building — and that window has just switched on with warm yellow light. Below and behind, a dense city where some windows are already lit and others still dark, waiting their turn. A canvas tool bag and a paper route map at his feet. Unhurried, matter-of-fact posture, seen from behind at three-quarter angle. Cinematic teal and amber light. No text, no letters, no logos anywhere.