i finished the ministry of truth, phew. i'm thinking it's always going to be a slog reading about orwell while it's going everywhere all the time the way it is. i feel some small accomplishment, and a sort of duty to conscience to read 1984 again, actually since i was a painfully receded high schooler, smoking weed and dreaming of being cool, idle know if it even sank in, though maybe by osmosis. the same totalitarians keep popping up and playing us and we keep playing the game, but it's not the same as it was when he wrote it, it's a different and the same maybe, more elusive and entrenched, like a virus that keeps adapting beyond cure.
meanwhile i read lost children archive.