I love the cracks between two adjoining dimensions. The places where the wall meets the ground. I like the cracks. Weeds grow in there. Dirt collects in there. Water runs towards them.
Get enough water and time and it can destroy the wall and ground alike, leaving behind the stuff that’s hiding behind and underneath.
In short, I’m a bit of a natural anarchist
We’re such puny little humans and yet we make all of this awesome stuff and do these amazing things. Yet water will eat through it all eventually… or at least tarnish it. Unless it’s gold. But gold is pretty soft, like butter. Who wants a butter crown – it’s all mushy