“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, March 5, 2020
Why should it matter so much?
A thousand years from now, who will ever care about the Election nonsense that we have? Trumpy bear will be forgotten tomorrow! Who will ever care about such then? We mock the past for liking the leaders that they had! One day, people will mock us for our leaders! Dare to not care about politics!
Wednesday, March 4, 2020
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