I wanted to write a blogpost, ‘coz why not, but simply i have no inspiration… that’s strange. Well, this proves that watching more than one episodes of the same anime at once sucks everything out of me. Either good or bad, creative or destructive, it’s out. I get tired, and the only thing that somewhat does me pleasure is chatting with others and reading. Oh, did i mention reading? Well, that Orwell piece i’m reading now, Coming up for air is really a masterpiece. Having read 1984, i see some thoughts appear in this book that are the main motifs of the popular little brother. For some reason, i tend to think of that book as male. But there are also some that are definitely feminine, though i could not mention one now. There must be, and that’s it. The good question is, what decides the gender of a book? I think that not even such “dry” books like encyclopediae or scientific writings are genderless, neutral things. Anyway, that Coming up for air is really shocking. Even now, that i’m well into it, and closer to the end than the beginning, i still couldn’t find any story in it, but it’s not even missing. I only realise its absence when someone asks me the typical “what’s it about?” question… And i could only tell them that about a fat, red-faced, middle-aged man. That’s about all.