Purity
Suffered, died, and was buried.
Towards the Tower (1960) by Remedios Varo
You talk about six years ago like it was yesterday. Do you realize how much time has passed, since you stopped starting anything? I can’t help you from up close. Maybe I can’t help you at all.
You’re a factory surrounded by high walls, just like the rest. It’s funny how I keep searching for secret gardens and I k…