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Jujube October 12, 2025

Hotel Room

Not quite a bed, not quite a bench. Wallpaper: a grim yellow. A pair of chairs. A squinty looking-glass. We enter — my shadow and I. — V. Nabokov

Jujube October 5, 2025

Still Life

Tipsy antiquity, barely holds the coolness of the gleam. Time lingers, soft as the evening’s breath. - Jujube

Jujube September 28, 2025

in that townlet in the towers’ shadow the sound of life was reckless clatter, the mixture of tipsy antiquity and of the present liveliness were healthful for me: my soul’s ready to relish everything beneath the moon, the ancient and the new. — V. Nabokov

Jujube September 21, 2025

We So Firmly Believed

We so firmly believed in the linkage of life, but now I’ve looked back — and it is astonishing to what a degree you, my youth, seem in tints not mine, in traits not real. — V. Nabokov

Jujube September 14, 2025

Alley

Memory creeps like moss along the wall. I stand in the hollow alley, recalling her voice only to hear the murmur of my own shadow - Jujube