There’s some places which make us forget time. Or is it us, who in those places, are so lost in time that we completely surrender to it? Or even time itself which has simply stopped without ever stopping? And places that take us to times that are no longer. And times that take us to places that are no longer. And us who return to us, no matter time and place. Some never return… Places, us, time. Us, places, time. Time – the one place we can never escape from, or can we?
Castlerious time ponderings