One one side of this huge wall stands a spiralling parking concrete garage, while before stood here a big cineplex, now being slowly crushed out to 'make' space; now they had to cut through the wall for some reason no longer standing, and the whole thing sits on a narrow street just behind a lower town main artery, the whole area holiday quiet...except for two machines, one crushing the concrete, the other one a big magnet picking up the steel bars like so much uncooked spaghettis;

It shows simply the fact that youth must now take care of the self and immediately start cutting out an exit hatch anywhere, as long as it fits the growing persona just inside the biological self, for the whole to reach 'open' grounds, somewhere out there;

An act of total faith into the whole self as an absolutely sentient being, intuitive, fuzzily so, for life is so complex, no structure can stand up to it, much less blockade it into a shiny magic logic...genie's bottle...