“What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn there pell-mell. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (Against my broken ribs your breast like a flower.) The hundred bones of our feet are scattered like gravel. It is strange that this image of our proximity, concerning as it does mere phosphate of calcium, should bestow a sense of peace. Yet it does. With you I can imagine a place where to be phosphate of calcium is enough.”
– John Berger


From summershanshine modblog to summershanshine wordpress and now aesthertic blogger. I think this is the sense of space and time, an image of a place only few would understand. And it seems like it is divine all because only you appearing here since a long time ago unknowingly and always here to stay now.

Such a lovely meet cute.
Isn't it?