inmytimeofliving:

an old slaughter house and meat packing plant

I find so much beauty and innocence in the encounter of strangers. How beautiful it is to be able to sit in another’s company in silence so assured; each entranced in his own delirium, each feeding to his own musings—in a library, at a cafe, in a shop, in a cab. They say that silence this beautiful can only be founded by two lovers, but I find understanding in a stranger; a unanimous agreement, perhaps, as if saying ‘Hello, stranger, allow me to accompany you in wordless loneliness.’

(via butchrag)