Perhaps the past is not as ephemeral as we usually think, if we stick to the deep emotion that it produces in us, every time we get close to it, even looking at some old gadgets or walking through the old streets of an immemorial town, to the point that, in some way, they justify that surreal country where some poets placed that other concept of loss, which is Arcadia, calling it, with mysterious insistence, the snows of yesteryear.

In a world that seems more doomed every day to an outrageous and savage madness, perhaps it is still a good time to wake up the demons of Surrealism and imitate Breton, to put that old variety store back into operation or that walk through an old town , until they become a temple of avant-garde taste, recommending their visit as another possibility of artistic pilgrimage.

But of course, it is only a suggestion to find the beautiful again in what others consider ugly, outdated or simply uninteresting.

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