Where do we place our convictions?, Where are the pillars placed, supporting us and our cities? And after that, how? If the foundations are made of eroded material questioning how much more can they bear, if the most resistant forms have been penetrated by the landscape that merges with them, forcing them to redesign themselves along with it, or otherwise succumb. This vulnerability of the material used by us to build, with all its historical and sensitive burden, allows us to draw a section across it, where its layers are exposed and the porosity of its surface shows the sum of our failures over time, mistakes where the improvement of techniques and elements, moved to zones closer to the equatorial line, has lost too much in translation and in the inconsistently implemented execution, resulting in plans whose phases are transformed into fractures of an intermittent construction. The different states of that latent structure; anchored to the floor, floating or stacked, all feeble, hold the promise of keeping the cycle of things running; build to the sky and back to the floor, like all natural things. New ruins constantly been transformed inside a project of civilization and modernity that is destined to be a coordinate in History always settled on debris and never on fertile ground. And behind this project, humankind, as the often ignorant measure of all things, of all their intentions placed at the center, above and below of reclaimed land filled with their concepts, converted into buildings with a dual weight distributed from the underground to the social dynamics activated by their volumes; progress and wastage, like in physical exercise, like life itself and the systems that preserve it, sometimes desperately.