Though I did not take a picture of the crushed, tiny, pink houses at the former Nicklesville on South Dearborn St., I wish I had. The enraging image remains in my memory. One week, on my walk over the José Rizal Bridge, the houses were occupied, a functioning, though troubled, community. Disagreements about policy and personality resulted in forced disbanding of the community and the next week the houses were crushed. What had been generously built, had provided shelter and privacy to the few who were lucky enough to live in them briefly was a mess of large, pink splinters.