"Was he alone in possession of a memory?” wondered Winston Smith as he starts a diary in the novel 1984. ******************************************** I resonated to that line massively when I read it again in my umpteenth re-reading of George Orwell’s masterpiece. Yes, I know. Constantly referring to the Orwellian-ness of everything is just as bad as comparing every authoritarian who pops up to Hitler, but there is this feeling around the edges these days…of being stuck in an eternal present where no one knows anything about the past; that nothing’s very deep; that opinions are always binary and that there’s no...