One of the sharper chapters pins Roy against the city itself. The chronicle becomes observational and almost anthropological, cataloging the seasonal shifts and architecture that have shaped his choices. Neighborhoods are given small eulogies: the block with the bakery that closed suddenly, the park bench on which Roy once decided to leave town and then did not. The city is both stage and antagonist, offering anonymity and a chorus of witnesses who remember him differently. The chronicle suggests that Roy’s identity is partly a consequence of place: the folded receipts, the particular slang, the routes he takes at night. The city is an accomplice.