well, what do you think. whacko stuff, that last bit, huh? makes me think of a wind tunnel, or distortion of some kind, fuzz pedal, wah-wah, phaser. makes you long for something simple, clear, serene.

something spinning on its own axis : curled around a wave, like the word "narcissist".

Nabokov saw colors in letters. I hear strange things in syllables.

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