And the rest is rust and stardust...
The famous phrase from Nabokov's Lolita. Don't know how i came across this one when i haven't even read the book. The phrase is used in the Dolores poem which frankly i don't find to be very appealing.
Still the phrase somehow creates an infinite space beyond. A place where either there is rust of the times gone by or there is the stardust, the hope that can create almost anything. A magical space if i may say so.
This probably is the only reason, I might one day sit down and read "Lolita". To discover more of the rust and stardust.
