“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, January 29, 2020
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Monday, January 27, 2020
What if it turns out that I love 💘 you?
What if it turns out that I love you? What if it turns out that I want to kiss you? What would that mean? Whatever can that mean? You are there, in the midst of your innocence! You are there in the midst of who you are! You are alone! You need no other! How can I have you? How can I kiss you? That would be an outrage! That would go so much against who you are! You are alone! You don't need me! I dare not kiss you ever! Farewell, but what if it turns out that I love you? Think about that!
Sunday, January 26, 2020
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