dropped rocks do not light afterburners
what i heard then was the melody of children at play — nothing but that. and i knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not lolita’s absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus.
what i heard then was the melody of children at play — nothing but that. and i knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not lolita’s absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus.