I destroy things to make others. Someone is painting my front door. A different colour each day. I have not yet made up my mind, which I like best. So I let him paint.

I make him coffee. I move the blue table to serve it in China cup. The red chairs fall on the floor. They break. I serve the coffee. He drinks it and looks at me with his blue eyes wide open. He eats the cup. It is china. He swallows it. I have to replace it now.