The snowy blizzard that sew these mountains shakes the wood chips from the social sawmill. The consumerist gaze from the selfie excursionists is unable to perceive this patchwork made of spaces. Absent the sense of the mountain, everything has already been said, except that such frivolity decreases the gap between the point where you are and the point you dream about.
Autor:
David Barquín
Subido por:
Rubén Pareja Pinilla
