as i left the building heading to the office yesterday,
i was walking toward my car,
there were 2 yemnies crossing the road from the "cafeteria" Pepsi holding area,
and old and one seemed to be in his thirties,
that man saw a peace of a loaf of bread used for sandwiches laying on the road,
he picked it up and wanted to put it on the top of the Pepsi holding are wall,
the wall had shards of glasses to keep "thieaves" from getting in.
he tired and couldnt reach, so the young man slightly thinner and taller, took it from him and put there scured from peoples kicking it or messin it.
i wondered allot about that, it made it clear to me that
it might in these 2 men something of sort of resentment mixed with need. living in this place
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For whom, it suddenly occurred to him to wonder, was he writing this diary? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the New speak word DOUBLETHINK. For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible.
