Status Updates From La poética del espacio

And so, we shall never collect enough daydreams, if we want to understand phenomenologically how a snail makes its house, how this flabbiest of creatures constitutes such a hard shell; how, in this creature that is entirely shut in, the great cosmic rhythm of winter and spring vibrates nonetheless.

'Wolves in shells are crueler than stray ones.'

Im in the process of making my good reads look fucking insane