lanternheart:

sometimes, there are just days when you feel positively, uniquely ancient.  when you can nearly  —-  somehow  —-  feel the air of the past on your cheek, see the streets paved with cobbles that have since been covered with cement, hear echoes of centuries-old bargains in the local farmer’s market.  the veil between the past, even centuries ago, is thinned, and the world feels so terribly, horribly fast.  perhaps i’m looking too hard, but if this isn’t proof that the world is a little magical  (and perhaps, by extension, ourselves in it)  then i don’t know what is.