"This Impact Sucks"

Can you guess the location?

The destruction is anomalously peaceful, watching something be torn down only to be re-built. I was wondering what The Decemberists inspiration was for their album, The Crane's Wife? Maybe they were watching something be shredded cell by cell? Oddly enough, right behind the crane, a truck says "Memorial". A few others are watching, but never linger too long. The driver of the truck is like the cranes wife. I wonder what the drivers view of the destruction is? Dust and gray matter drip and pull gravity in front of his windshield. The breaking ball is at a stand still-inept in creating an ideal 360 hole in a solid. The literal construction is hidden by wooden boards, protecting the people from the destruction they pay for.

Contractors are yelling now. Directing how to tear-something-down, correctly. It goes silent as the cranes wife moves his forearm on the lever, pausing the head of the dinosaur or robotic animal.

The breaking ball is being lifted now and looks like a cork for a wine bottle that must get you really really really drunk.
She said, "Give it some juice".

The ball is winding and twisting ready to strike at any second.
We're anticipating it as the horn goes off: "Beep Beep" Go Go Go! Uh Oh...
Men walk through the ripped debri, hour glass, Philip Glass- like little ants in dinosaur land, their egos are no good here, too small for the masses.
They might have control of the crane, but the blame is awarded to its mouth tearing down the house of the books' home.
When the books move back in their living room will look completely different.

3:02PM: The crane and his wife have stopped and now the ball is moving. But it's not going horizontal into the structure, it's path is an unsure vertical as the wife frowns upon his waterslide of rubble. I said it reminds me of the free-fall at Cedar Point. And also of an anchor sinking into an ocean of rocks. I asked what it would be like to ride the big thimble around in circles like a circus character spinning and getting dizzy. One's grasp would have to be tight and frantic but exhilarating and lots of fun. There's water spraying too so the crane and his inmates don't get dehydrated.

[I sat in gum]

But, the impact of the cork thimble is a disappointment :thud: and leaves its onlookers craving more thrill-a little Hitchcock, a dose of Tarantino, maybe some Aronofsky for good measure. The machine is practically as loud as the thud.

A lot of people have walked by. Stare at us with the camera, but never ask why, look at where the lens is pointing then look at the library. I hate bees. Headphones are stuck in the ears of bicyclists and sneakers getting ready to go work out. It's hard to avoid the noise.