The plops continue. We are now on the fourth large container and the contents have changed from plaster and insulation to metal strips. For six days four or five men have laboured and iti will be interesting to see whether the entire fifth floor has been completed. Clouds of dust from falling plaster have given way to cleaner debris – for which I am thankful. At least I can leave windows on my side of te building open rather than watch the bureau beside the window become covered with white dust.
No one else in the apartment building seems interested in this phenomena – but I received word this monring that the neighbour next door is reading this blog. It used to be that people actually talked about local happenings in person rather than reading about them online. C’est la vie. But what about the participants in this deconstruction.? Do they have time to ponder the meaning of life in the process?