Buildings are cracked open as nutshells. Systematic decomposition or meticulous explosions do the job.

After the poisonous cloud settles another proud structure has been reduced to a pile of rubble.

The engineers have a mission to accomplish, a deadline to respect. They won't hear the screaming of the victim.

At night the place turns into a silent graveyard which may become your own if you can't resist the call to visit -for the very last time- the collapsing buildings that have become so familiar over the years.