Pink India Ink: “All over the page, words were disappearing. Entire blocks of text were being replaced, one by one, with bare, unprinted paper, winking out of existence as soon as I looked at them. Also, my head was burning. Also, I was starting to sweat profusely. A wave of nauseau hit me, I closed the book, I noted in a casual sort of way that I could no longer feel my fingers, I realized simultaneously that I could no longer see anything at all, and then…” (via Bookdwarf)
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