"Initially, I was unaware that time, so boundless at first blush, was a prison."
Starting 2017 off on two hours of sleep, and Nabokov's autobiography Speak, Memory.
I'm reading every other sentence seven times, his writing is so beautiful. I also liked this bit from the first chapter:
"Man as a rule views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for at forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour."
forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour....
and a few memories that helped combat a restless mind & ease a melange of emotions felt at the turn of the new year:
1. Here She Comes Now, The Velvet Underground
2. Pop Crimes, Rowland S. Howard
3. Souvenirs, Devandra Banhart
4. You Stopped Making Sense, The Radio Dept
Listening to each of these songs is reliving four experiences with you, aching dazzle of ephemerality.