In this Manor, June 4

Some of the time, I just haven't any interest in reading in general.  So, like most folks, I tend to look at the pictures. Of course, since most of the books I am interested in are books of the art and architecture variety, this is not a problem.  But when it comes to books that have actual content, or are works of fiction, then merely looking is clearly not an option.

For what reason I picked up George Orwell's Animal Farm for the first time since I read it in elementary school, I am not quite sure.  I do remember that I had a memory of distaste for the characters of the book, but I chalked that up to my childish mind of the time.  But, rereading it the other night, all the same sorts of feelings returned.  As with Orwell's other more famous work (1984), it is as if nothing and everything has changed. The nature of the game is even more insidious, and the world is even more suspect.  And, like before but worse, I have not done a thing- at least, back then, at least I could say I was innocent.

I do recommend that people give Animal Farm another read, and see how their own world vision has or has not changed. Somehow, I suspect that one will only be angry at oneself for complacency- a key theme that seems to recur in some of these idle posts.

the story still rings true, through and through.

With that in mind, this is the anniversary of the June 4 Tiananmen Square "incidents," that is, if one remembers them at all.  But, come tomorrow, June 5th, will it be shuffled aside once again, as it is year after year?  If so, why bother remembering it at all?