A normal day in another planet. It has to be one where their days are shades of orange and red, and their sunsets an intense blue, with fishermen in their boats coming back again before our shared darkness of stars.
park
The old walls enduring another twilight
They are there… without a reason. But they still endure. I was thinking in what happens when a person don’t have a reason in life, perhaps these old buildings have an answer. Perhaps beyond their reason to be they are a kind of memory or just an inertia of existence. Traveling across the time second by second.
