:Operation Epic Fury.

 Minab School bombed by U.S.

 There's a quantum takeover happening on the south side of Chicago and all across the forsaken country. 

We will haunt this place unknown, by everyone unknown. If I wrote a book, this visage would haunt the inside back jacket of it.

 It is like a fairy tale. We didn't write it. It just happened. It's not the story of us, yet it is. We got caught in it. It's a fairy tale of the rich and the powerful who build the empire that surrounds us.

 This bumblebee has been at the window on 17 since before the storm that toppled our trees and knocked our lights out. It weighs next to nothing.

 I feel a kind of nostalgia for the time before, when the tower was still building. I feel a certain vertigo now when I think of someone jumping. I feel the rush of breath, with the ground falling up. It's kind of like a fairy tale, but not the tale the concrete words tell. It's a different story. It doesn't feel as though the tower grew up from the ground, but rather landed from another dimension, though we watched it building day by day. People have grown tired of the empire, and it's dark tale that keeps building towers as freely as it destroys other towers in other places, displacing everyone and everything we knew as the neighborhood, the landscape and the world.