Vladimir Nabokov
Roadking Reviewed by Roadking on . Living Room Dementia There is a crystal moment of clarity when that third eye opens. I see things now I was blind too, perspective opens up before me and it's terrible, beautiful, awful to behold. THIS! YES THIS! this precious golden truth, this radiant sunbeam of realization blazing into my fucking brain THIS, IS ME!!!!!!! I stopped paying attention to people a long time ago. I got so tired of looking up and seeing derision, rejection, laughter, I just don't look up. I'm not scared, just tired. I can't search Rating: 5