I need anything, anything that will stop me from living in the kind of death the bourgeois eat, the death called comfort.
“This is my life’s work. Like Hercules, I have been struggling with the tentacles of a dream for ten years, mastering this softness, this flexibility, this plexibility, this stylized animation, if I may use the expression.”
Vladimir Nabokov | King, Queen, Knave
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