The Boy and the Tower

I've always loved to create; something unique, and original, I could call my own. I remember building towers from wooden blocks when I lived in Reading; each was different from the one I built before. In order to build a new tower, I'd dismantle the one already built. I never grew bored doing this, rather, I managed to derived immense pleasure from knowing I was able to create so many different structures out of a small quantity of square blocks; I guess this is the reason why I choose...
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I've always loved to create; something unique, and original, I could call my own. I remember building towers from wooden blocks when I lived in Reading; each was different from the one I built before. In order to build a new tower, I'd dismantle the one already built. I never grew bored doing this, rather, I managed to derived immense pleasure from knowing I was able to create so many different structures out of a small quantity of square blocks; I guess this is the reason why I choose to view creation as a tower. It came about from a destructive act. Words exploded out into the furthest regions of space, and over time they are joined by Jews until a tower is constructed. Once the Jews leave the tower, savages begin to tear it apart; they're like mold that disintegrates the infrastructure of a building so eventually it falls to the ground; The Lord then gathers the materials from the tower; scatters them out into space again, and the Jews collect them, and build a tower different from the one before.