“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Thursday, September 5, 2019
Meditation on the Day They Made Us Die
We do not hate anybody. We do not hate anybody at all. I do not know why they made us die on that horrible day so long ago. We are about to come up to the remembrance of that horrible day in September when we became the permanently dead. We will always been dead since then. I do not bring up these things because of any racism. I mourn the dead. The 11th murdered us. We can never raise from the dead ever.
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