“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
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
A little love poem for our modern society
I like her, but is that even moral? Is it even moral for me to want to be friends with her? Can anybody know whether it can ever be allowed for a man to like a female for any reason? How do you know that this interest is what it seems? Is it moral for a man to notice a female? That is not so easy of a question. So much bad happens in the world, and nothing good ever. Is it ever good for any one to enjoy anything? I will try to not make her think about me at all ever!
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
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