A large building was tared down. It was more of a wide than a tall building so lots of land was covered with debris afterwards. The building stood besides a large avenue in the city just I’m front of a pedestrian crossing bridge, so if you walked over said brings you could before see the huge sealing, now there was just dirt and rocks, and a small small shack with a tiled roof and a bugambelea growing besides the from door. Just in the afternoon as the sun was setting and everything looked a tad orange a man came out of the shack took a broom and uselessly(everything was dirt) started to swipe the floor in what would constitute his front yard. The flowers swayed in the wind as cars rushed bak and forth and the,mouse of honking and bus engines filled the sense. This shirtless man seemed like a projecting being transmitted from a little tropical town by the see onto a sad debris filled urban landscape.