death by paper cut











{May 15, 2007}   lolita

By that time night had eliminated most of the landscape and as I followed the narrow winding highway, a series of short posts, ghostly white, with reflectors, borrowed my own light to indicate their or that curve. I could make out a dark valley on one side of the road and wooded slopes on the other, and in front of me, like dereliect snowflakes, moths drifted out of the blackness into my probing aura.LolitaVladimir Nabokov

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