"These are the stories of my hometown and the inhabitants I came to know through dusty archives, in hallucinations and dreams."
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"These are the stories of my hometown and the inhabitants I came to know through dusty archives, in hallucinations and dreams."
There are moments when the boundaries between dimensions blur. Time is elastic, & you can slip right through, finding the ground you stand upon dissolving, coming back into focus centuries ago. And nothing & everything has changed. We are born, we die, we weep, & we love, just as we‘ve always done.