I was born a bitter old man who got his heart broken in Catalonia, 1936. I haven’t felt right since, so I gave up on life before I arrived. I knew this place wasn’t safe for anyone but fascists and republicans and their apologists. But I swear to god, I’m gonna die full of naive optimism; a teenager’s heartbreaking conviction that things can be different
  1. theibogaineeffect posted this