"A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against the ceiling. Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die." Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
SOURCE: ArtsJournal at 07:00AM on August 27, 2015