'Neither in environment nor heredity can I find the exact instrument that fashioned me, the anonymous roller that pressed upon my life a certain intricate watermark whose unique design becomes visible when the lamp of art is made to shine through life's foolscap.' -- Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
Monday, April 5, 2010
The moth that died on my uni office windowsill
These were quick shots that I took with my mobile. It's hard to see the blue eyes on its back clearly. I took it home in a container. Some good photos to come soon.
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