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Do you ever feel like you’re reliving a similar experience that you’ve had before, but this time with a new twist or added element or slight or not so slight variation? It happens to me fairly often. Perhaps it’s because I carry certain past experiences so powerfully into the present. Not by choice, but because they are a part of the history of my body. They contribute to the composition of color that I…

It’s cold in Austria. Negative two degrees Celsius to be exact. Why did I come here? I only stopped asking myself that today, two seconds ago. Because now I know. It has something to do with Gogol and the red light district in Amsterdam. Also, the fact that I want to learn Russian after I’m done learning French. One, because I want to be as much like Nabokov as is possible for a midwestern…