“For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, “The Eye”
To all the witches and beggars. And to you, my dear reader.
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Tasting Licorice
RomanceTW: sexual assault themes, depression A young woman finds herself trapped in the meanders of her own thoughts, life situations and worries, trying to navigate through romance, self-doubt and loss. Is she paranoid? Is her fate leading her in the righ...
