From the Pretentious Annals of my Subconscious

[mythematiclife]

Last night, I dreamt that I was searching fervently for copies of Nabokov books. I queued for hours at the front of what looked like a record shop until I got to ask the clerk, in French, not if he knew where I could find any Nabokov, but if he knew where I could find a copy of the Neutral Milk Hotel's first album (perhaps because it looked like a

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[yunitsa]

You dream in Borges short stories! Awesome.