Narrative.

I stand as witness, a witness of the falling of a giant.


I witnessed the superstructure that once stands tall above all, now a lying in a heap; and all the elements that enables it to tower above everything else returned to its original form.

Concrete that are so robust in its form can reach for the skies because it has steel as its bones.

Walls that are strong and thick were once brick and stones.

Glass that looks pure, transparent and Omni can shatter to a million pieces.

I held my hand up, all I can see now are tissue that forms my skin and muscles, the veins that carries by blood, the molecules that forms the DNA strands in the cells, and the atoms that can be split to even smaller parts.

These are “all” the” ones” that make me “one”

Then I realise, everything is made the same.

I am just “one” of the witness in the crowd; the crowd is just one of the groups of people that belonged to this city; the city is one of many in this country; the county sits on a piece continent formed by many nations; the land, the sea and the atmosphere formed our beloved planet earth which sits on the third place in terms of distance of the sun that give warmth to its planets………

We are merely numbers to the country; we are no more than dusts to the planet; we are near to nothing if the universe decides to look at us.

Time is our judge, in the end we will become “one”, with the world, and with the universe.