Winston Smith,

I will here attempt to connect what I am reading and what I know.

Winston Smith struggles to remember anything (At least in the scenes I have read). He looks to the future but can barely remember the past. To him, it is like looking down into a hole. The bottom is fuzzy and makes little sense.

My present and my immediate past are really one thing. But it is all so precious. This weekend I celebrated love and I danced a lot. I tried to forget temporarily that now there are always goodbyes that come much too quickly.

I don't want to forget like Winston Smith. But sometimes I wonder if it would be easier to not remember quite so intensely.