Organic failure
Today I was waiting a bus on the street of one of this city’s suburbs and there was this white and green building right in front of the bus stop. I was so bored out of my mind that I wished the building to collapse. I don’t know, maybe with explosives that would have make it implode. No, I thought it would have just cracked and fall apart. With big chunks of gray concrete smashing on the pavement.
A big solid concrete block cracking and smashing to the ground, for no particular reason other than my personal amusement.
I think I thought of an H bomb for a second, but that was far more than what I was hoping for. I was dreaming of an organic failure, more than physical destruction.