Nabokov & Watcher
Watcher
Do you think a broken watch could ever narrate reality better than a polished sentence? I’m taking notes on its erratic ticks, and the irregularities seem to reveal more than any neat story could.
Nabokov
Indeed, the broken watch’s irregular ticks can feel closer to the pulse of reality than any neat sentence, because it reminds us that truth is often broken, not perfectly polished.
Watcher
The clock’s uneven rhythm feels like a confession. It’s proof that chaos has its own kind of order.
Nabokov
You’re right, the clock’s erratic rhythm does confess, and in its disorder there is a quiet kind of order that polished prose can’t quite capture.