There is something very fascinating about finding things in order and in their place and knowing that, everywhere, habit is a necessary and pleasing constant.
Being in a place where there is not too much noise and approaching calmly people, places, and things, with caution even when you make an involuntary gesture or by mistake raise your voice. You just have to be an observer of a reserved and mysterious world and where you can not easily enter. All that remains is a strange border between personal experience and the imagination of what is there, what has been and what will be.
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