The more we all want all things to look like they are okay, the less we ourselves become so;

The two preceding posters are based upon two facades of a so called 'new' building blowing out from a huge digger's hole, itself blasted out from the biggest central green space alive in a provincial capital;

Now, here, third facade and slowly one comes to realize that the sole function of a huge bridge type steel structure is to hang it all over one of the most beautiful ancient monastery cum church compound ever to grace the lives of now all dead people;

Yet, one can remember times when kids would come around this green haven of silent quietness standing right along the usual strings of vibrating small city mores, tuning them oh! ever so delicately, that it became a huge hole tree coven, a secret space for each to walk in and be taken for a reset, a cleansing of the soul;