Random stories part 2

I go out, outside my block of flats
a massive piece of concrete
a 10-storey high building
with about 500 flats of different sizes
and a dog scratching the floor and whining all day 
because it feels lonely 
and a cat that pretends to be a tiger.
I go out and take photos of dead tvs, 
a fungus and a hidden flag. 
And a sofa.
And somebody's running shoes.
Quiet Saturday afternoon.
The sound of a tv that is alive
in the stillness of the August heat.