this seat is mine mine, for the time it takes to cross, the desert to cross, from there to here, a part, of me is no longer mine lost with all the other parts, along, the way lost by all, those others, who said this seat, is mine
Month: October 2018
castronuño
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
It’s been a while since I posted here, more than four months to be (almost) precise.
A lot has happened in that time.
It’s time to return, to re-engage.
So, rather than write pages and pages explaining my absence, I thought I would share some photos from a walk by the river, yesterday, in Castronuño.
A few small slices of life, under the Spanish sun.
Presented, more or less in the order that they were shot.
Be seeing you.
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