Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against the ceiling. Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die. Vladimir Nabokov
Monday, May 20, 2013
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