Soulmates

This place is infested with them.

Revelation or The Watchmaker (1955) by Remedios Varo

My soulmates are scattered all over the world, lost and shivering, cold and alone, or happy and warm, laughing and dancing, but still longing for me. My soulmates are scratching and clawing to get closer to me, sometimes consciously, sometimes instinctively, sometimes without even knowing what they’re …