Revolution...

I've never really spent much energy on trying to understand the Russian revolution, but lately when I've been - in a relative sense of course - forced to, I've found that it's actually really quite interesting. And my growing non-politicalness (vs. my growing making-up-wordsness) was further fuelled by this increased knowledge of one of Europe's defining historical events. Also, it's a very potent fuel on the fire for any future political discussions, when I'll be passionately defending my passionately unpassionate opinions.

On another note (not necessarily less pleasant) I had a nightmare last night. Some guy's girlfriend died, but he wouldn't bury her or even tell anyone, and her corpse could still to some extent talk and move. Little insects, such as cockroaches and silverfish, started invading his flat due to this decomposing girlfriend. She was getting a bit grey and one of her eyes was looking so unpleasant that even her boyfriend got scared when he looked at it. At long last, when he'd brought her round for Sunday dinner at her posh parents place, he finally told her mother and sister that "look, sorry I've not told you before, but she's actually dead". The dead girl showed her mother and sister how she had poured bleach on her right eye once she'd died to make it go red and disformed, and then she showed her boyfriend a rotting middle finger as means of saying goodbye and thanks for making me go through this circus. And then I woke up. Feeling very uncomfortable and scared.