Beware, young people! Reality does not exist any more! There's nothing to wake you up from your thoughts! There's nothing to wake you up from your imagination! People are afraid! People are scared! It's not any use to be brave. You get crushed! It's not any use to be noble! You get sued! They always win! So don't imagine! There's no waking up!
“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
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