“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, January 30, 2020
welcome to the shadow-lands
there was once an adolescent boy, who getting bored of being having nothing to do at home, decided to hike around in the woods around where he lived. it was around dusk, and he did not pay much attention to where he was going or how long he was taking. he was merely there to have fun. but he took so long that it was no longer light out and there was a fog that came over the land. he was frightened, and called out for someone to help him, but nobody came. he did not recognize anything, because of the darkness, and began to cry. it was then that he heard out of the darkness, "None of this is real. I can show you the truth."
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