10:30 AM.
I think my apartment complex decided to repair the siding on my building.
I engaged in the last crazy chapters of George Orwell’s 1984 this morning after writing my last post. I had completely forgotten how absolutely dark that book is. Like, read until it is 6:30 AM, forgotten.
My version had an interesting essay, comparing 1984 with Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World and Yevgeny Zamyatin’s We (which I had never heard of or read before). I agreed with the essay’s author that Brave New World is a bit closer to what could happen to Western civilization than 1984 and presumably, We. I also thought about China while reading 1984 and the essay mentions this connection too. I think all books greatly exaggerate what could happen, but maybe they strike a few too many chords for comfort. Note to self: Reading about metaphysics at six in the morning does help and prevent sleep. It makes the mind race and get extremely tired from racing at the same time. Geez! Not a bedtime story!
Sadly, I woke up four hours later to a strange banging noise around my apartment. After I realized what was probably going on, I decided to go ahead and get out of bed. I haven’t heard the noises since. Figures!
