Kišobran - 09.11.2008, 12:33:59
“I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost.”
Vladimir Nabokov, The Vane Sisters
Ne verujem u natprirodne pojave, u sudbinu a ni u preklapanje sudbina^, u »znakove«, u postojanje »bele svetlosti« u kojoj [...]