When I walk down the street, my gaze is not arrested by any architecture. I contemplate architecture that deconstructs and destructures the sky. I admire these natural phenomena caused by light. These then create ghostly apparitions on the façades. I pause in front of these walls that crack and collapse. The wind that makes the tarpaulins dance, buildings in transition. My eye follows the architectural lines before it lingers in the remains of buildings, in ruins, places where daily life is impossible.