The Cracks of Time
The past was like a handful of sand you thought you were squeezing tightly, but which had already run out through the cracks between your fingers. Memory was a river that had run dry long ago, leaving only scattered gravel in a lifeless riverbed. -- Liu Cixin in "Dark Forest" Finished reading this amazing book today. Literally couldn't put it down the whole evening. The ruin in the picture is part of the old mining facilities on the island of Elba near Innamorata beach. The place, once full of hard labor and activity, is now crumbling and nature find's its way again through crack and stone.
E-M10 Mark III