Nabokov
Letting his picture look straight into meI answer to this Russian English blokeconfused and hounded by a historyhorrifically interesting. Joke however much you want. We know his taleand his nonsense…
Letting his picture look straight into meI answer to this Russian English blokeconfused and hounded by a historyhorrifically interesting. Joke however much you want. We know his taleand his nonsense…
Steel doors retracting, it was all routine protocolsuntil the CO, patting me down, said, “Our job’sto hide things, your job’s to make ’em better criminals.” I stood in front of…
I wonder what it is like to have a toolthat feels like it’s a part of my hand.No spirit moves me. It’s just a tool.Tasks are done. The day slips…