I WISH IT WAS THE END OF SEPTEMBER OR ‘77

 

My grandparents own a house in Mallorca, Spain. They finished building it in the mid 70s. I grew up with stories of the past. How everything used to be, calm, quiet, largely untouched. The most beautiful place they’d ever seen. I’ll continuously try to find parts of the island that still feel like that, yearning for a time and a place that don’t really exist.