It is the strong-builded houses of the dead that have withstood the ages, not the houses of the living;
Miguel de Unamuno, The Tragic Sense of Life
going out for a walk along the promenade in the evenings,
sitting on a bench in the deep shade and exchanging
indifferent glances with the shoelaces passing me by,
i live out of a desperate sense of duty, trying to escape
the old spaniard’s adage.
hidden pilcrow 