Remarkable, what pulls at us. Aurora should capture you, all that iron in our bones being summoned by earths great magnetism. Perhaps it’s outlandish, but I think it must be souls, it must be complete freedom. Our lithic dust aflame in a cosmic cotillion. Moon and earth and sun. Ribbons of green spilling across the planet, the dead in their wide and combined form, appearing to us. Telling us, it all is so right, it all it so unbelievable.
Shit’ll buff out
—Life (via tothecatcher)
Salamanca. Plaza Mayor. Cuando la ciudad se desvanece en el recuerdo. O quizás añoranza.
Salamanca. Plaza Mayor. When the city fades away in the memory. Or perhaps in the melancholy.