Numbers

The girl with dark hair was coming towards him across the field. With what seemed a single movement she tore off her clothes and flung them disdainfully aside […] With its grace and carelessness it seemed to annihilate a whole culture, a whole system of thought, […] could all be swept into nothingness by a single splendid movement of the arm.George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-four

 


The Red Journal.

 


 

Number 36:         Toby

Number 97:         Andrew

Number xx¹:        Ed

Number 122:        The Receptionist

 

 


¹I never kissed Ed