Hello from the pole
Every street I grew up on had one: a concrete pole wrapped in cables, plastered with stickers for septic tank services, private tutors and phone repair. Japanese anime keeps drawing the same thing at dusk, wires sagging across an orange sky. This site lives where those two pictures overlap.
Climb the pole and the signs point you around the site. The red-and-white plate is how to reach me, and the pedestrian light has a mind of its own. And if you look closely, one of the old stickers is peeling.