All month long, the buildings just outside my condo have been crumbling. Rubble and twisted steel. (I face away from it all or else I’d go mad – it is extremely dusty out there.)
My walk home each day from the grocery store (yes, I am of the generation and place of origin where one goes to the grocery store every single day) becomes twice as long if I want to bypass this entire block of new development work.
And more often than not, I take the long way. Destruction is far more depressing to witness than construction. You can quote me on that.