There is only a dream thrown up by the common subliminal of the humanity against neo-liberal capitalism, which is: Post-apocalyptic. We have a great desire for witnessing the demolishment of the production system. My biggest problem is to pass towards the hell without demolishing that production system: Architecture, arts, media and mainly the nature. Each of them became the gears of that hell. Even simple plastic tools that we use at home and which kill when exposed for along time. The world is like killing the men in suits when the operas play loudly at the background of the black movies. I feel like I have experienced that moment for more than once. We see a green leave hanged on the barbed-wire, a brick sunk into the grass. What we see is all man-made. We give the order for slaughtering the nature without asking anyone. We bury our crap into tiny holes. We even try to hide our crap behind the nature. And nature throws up. Since we know that we cannot stop ourselves, we await for the nature to punish us. And when we get punished we accuse those holly things considered to be so-called the creator. When the world wanders as consumption on her sickbed, we create fake cheers. We carry on living unaware within the post-apocalyptic space of the postmodern times.