On tuesday, I went to the local library and borrowed two novels.

One was the classic Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, the story of a man who becomes obsessed with a 12 year-old girl.

Another was titled Roman by Audun Mortensen. I got the book without knowing what to expect. The cover revealed little as to its contents, but it made me curious. Mortensen is an author who I was only vaguely familiar with, having heard his name and possibly read a few of his poems. 

Now, here comes the mind-boggling part of my little library tale:

Roman is Lolita backwards. They are literally the same book, with just these two differences:

• The characters have switched genders, Humbert Humbert becoming Sammy Sammy and Lolita becoming a little boy called Roman.
• The sentences have changed order, and are presented backwards, the first sentence in Lolita being the last sentence in Roman.

Other than that, they are identical. They even use the same translation! On tuesday, I went to the library, and got the same book twice, except the second time backwards. And I did not realise until just now, thursday. That is a mindblowing coincidence. I do not know how to feel about that at all.

Excuse me while I clean up all the messy bits of my head which has exploded everywhere, and pick up all the balls which I am currently tripping.

Existing is great!