the sudden academic urge to read all the seminal texts.
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occasionally subtle

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the sudden academic urge to read all the seminal texts.
There are instances when you read a random book and find it really appealing to your senses, but for the moment you can't clearly fathom the source of the delight, and you ponder over it casually for a while, and suddenly you are like "hell yeah this was the reason, this is what I was waiting for, this is the type of book that interests me". To realise one's taste in reading, as any other self-reflections, is truly a matter of joy. And this is truly quite a great milestone (or a stepping stone, I'm not sure) in his reading career. In a world where there are millions of books and writers, and countless genres, and a reader who is vexed by the idea of what utilitarian choice he can make, it's truly relaxing to finally fix on one and be able to discriminate among the possibilities and confidently venture into what he chose. 1984 is one such book that helped me in finding my type. With its ominous, dystopian setting, compelling characters and its bold use of various tropes and elements to intensify the plot, such as the Thought police, Telescreens, Newspeak and the different ironical ministries, the book was dissecting the performance and propaganda of totalitarian regimes (no wonder why it got banned once). Such a presentation of brutal historical facts through fictional and symbolic means was unprecedented in my readings until then. My fondness for the book brought me to the realisation that books with a political understructure and those concerning the ideas like power, ideology, identity and the sorts are of my interest. I need my mind to be disturbed than relaxed. I need to delve deep into the harsh realities that those in power, the Big brothers and their bureaucrats, make the fellow citizens to go through, their oppressions, interpellations, the propaganda, and all the sorts of force the state brings to 'discipline' its subjects. What makes 1984 the best of its kind, apart from its subject matter, is the way it emphasises its political and ideological thrusts through its careful introduction of linguistics, sexual, corporeal and psychological elements into the plot. #georgeorwell #1984 #animalfarm #bookstagram #book #writing #october #darkacademia #reading https://www.instagram.com/p/CjU61xNB5HK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Plans for next month? I'm not ready to even let this one pass.
Late night realization: you don't necessarily need to have a broken relationship to cry over sad songs (especially when they're in an unfamiliar language), just concentrate on your existential dread and let the tune break your heart.
not a hopeless romantic but sometimes it seems like not even jk rowling might have fantasized as much as i do.
You're crying over Colleen Hoover's characters, me over Dostoevsky's. We are not the same.
I oscillate between feeling heavily burdened with all the undeserved love I recieve, and feeling miserable for not being loved enough.
It's august and everybody's quoting Taylor's salt air, and the rust on your door. BUT IT FREAKING RAINS AND FLOODS HERE BRO!!
the masculine urge to hitch-hike and save money to pay for a coffee instead.
Overlooked are the clouds which adorn the sky far better than the stars do.
i love you films without sequels i love you limited series i love you stand alone novels i love you self-contained stories
that's actually me
Why are we deeply in love with things that move? We adore flowing rivers, the roaring sea, a buzzing city, light drizzle, films, music, moon. No one really cares about static things, unless they are inwardly dynamic like a painting that speaks, a sculpture that's alive or a monument that makes you reminisce about a turbulent history.
Books, movies, songs....even if nothing happens in them but the vibe is still there, I'm prolly gonna love them.
I like it when random quotes, lyrics or lines suddenly start to make sense.
When Francis Wheen said
"They complemented each other perfectly-Marx with his Wealth of Knowledge, Engels with his Knowledge of Wealth."
I am shaken.
Heuristics is
Getting interrupted by the postprandial chattering in the living room while reading "One hundred years of solitude", putting on earphones and playing "jeevamshamayi " in a half volume, continuing with the book relieved.
Weirdness is
Leaving hair and beard uncut for four months, saving ₹500 and bringing "Twilight Saga" from a second-hand bookstore, reading while brushing the stiff hair with an old stubby apsara pencil.