they took down all the trees, all the shade, all the green space was gone, my garden beds were squeezed dried into lifeless blocks of chalk. I went back inside to the attic where there was another chalk block, like a tomb, and a big mess someone else had left. I grew angry, outraged, then quiet. I started cleaning, righting things again, deciding I'd make it all perfect again, add organic matter to the beds and plant them again, it would all be even better than before, beautiful, but I'd piss on it in the corners to mark it and nobody would be able to live there cz my rage-smell would haunt the place forever