Empty but not empty. Full of bits and molecules. The air is heavy with it. Takes your breath away. And the sheer volume of the structure….hanging there. Still, but always moving. Until that one moment, when it will come rushing down. There will be no stopping it. It will make an impression. Indentation. Convex, concave of eons of time in one fail swoop. I will be glad I am not there. I will be glad for it’s rest. It’s finish. It’s resolution at last.