Archive for July, 2011
She may be young but she only likes old things And modern music it ain’t to her tastes She loves the natural light Captured in black and white She sees mirages of mountain ranges Within the blink of her eye it changes Back to the open plain Oh no she can’t explain I cry out [ READ MORE ]
The past, he reflected, had not merely been altered,it had been actually destroyed. For how could you establish even the most obvious fact when there existed no record outside your own memory? - Winston’s struggle between truth and its travesty (pg 38) The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. [ READ MORE ]
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