You want to be high for this.
El Hombre de La Guadaña (1947) by Remedios Varo
Don’t let anyone tell you it’s not the prime of your life. Spring is a constant for you, thoughts coiled and ready to pounce, everything fresh and green and covered in droplets of rain. People want to dry you out, watch you crack and crumble, kick you aside, but you’re dodgy and slick, a prime number, no cr…