“ The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the
words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. Nabokov (via present) (via kari-shma) (via sine-qua-non)
words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. Nabokov (via present) (via kari-shma) (via sine-qua-non)
