It was a morning when the beaming sun came up.The idea I get in my mind is that there is a lot of things going around and it seems that they are going to build something and I think the place stinks.”towering ziggurats of ten bricks”.This story starts on a cold Sunday and as soon as I opened the door the breeze hit me like a cannon,I was on my way to the shop then I saw something on the floor is that what I think it is.