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.