“A part of him knew that the arc of his self-destruction was glaringly obvious to his customers, who grew steadily fewer, but that same part of him basked in the knowledge that it was only a matter of time.”
— Neuromancer, William Gibson
Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочащая слякоть
Весною черною горит.
Boris Pasternak (via misswallflower)
February. Pick up your pen and weep,
write poems about February in sobs and ink,
while thunder booming in the background
is burning in the black of spring.