
A mountain range of densely packed layers of minerals and rock that are dramatically striated into a layer cake of magenta, maroon, and lemon-colored stone.
At the Zhangye Danxia Landform Geological Park in Gansu, China.
Photography + poem + art

A mountain range of densely packed layers of minerals and rock that are dramatically striated into a layer cake of magenta, maroon, and lemon-colored stone.
At the Zhangye Danxia Landform Geological Park in Gansu, China.

But when we set out to understand somebody’s inside? Is that a trip that ever ends? Is the soul a place of facts? Or are the alleged facts only the deceptive shadows of our stories?
– Pascal Mercier – Night Train to Lisbon

You’d look nice in a grave
I smile at the moon, death is on my face
And if you wait too long
Then you’ll never see the dawn again
My skull is full of sunken ships
My heart’s a prisoner to my ribs
We’re flesh and bone when we’re all alone
But together, forever, we’ll live
There’s gold in my heart
But the winds took my sails through the dark
And if you wait too long
then you’ll never see the dawn again
He filled my heart, I did my best
But without the sun, I’m only shadows in a dress
‘Cause if the full moon comes, our love is done
So forever, towards dawn, we run
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=k1BlYUpVDjA
Dead man’s bones – Werewolf heart
( Ryan Gosling )