Coming closer, nearing the buildings, their true scale would show. I would resent them and fear them because every room with a ceiling would be an oubliette.
The skies would be wide and bright, but empty. I wouldn't want to eat animals raw in the dirt. There would be no cook fires in the sky and wild fruit is bitter and filled with worms.
Perhaps I could avoid the cities, but I would never escape the towns. God only knows where I would keep my wallet, but I would need one.