The clocks were striking thirteen
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
George Orwell
For some reason today has had a surreal feel to it. One where I have talked to so many people in the digital sphere that I don't know if I am slipping into an unreal life. I've noticed that if I am on the computer so long, I begin to see…
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