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i haven’t read much more but on the train just now i did go back to reread some chapters already. his soul is coming alive. this book is touching such a tenderly soft spot in me: witnessing d-503 realize his existence is singular and individual and unique, that he has imagination, he has a soul. on top of this, i feel impending dread, ambiguous horror, because this goes directly against the government.

“Dümeni kaybettim. Motor tüm gücüyle gurulduyor, aero titreşiyor, tam hız uçup gidiyor, ama dümeni yok; nereye uçacağımı bilmiyorum; bir an aşağı, burun üstü yere doğru bir an yukarılara, güneşe, alevlerin içine...”

“have you heard? they’ve invented a brand new surgery—it’s for removing the imagination.”
“yes, i’ve heard. what does that have to do with anything?”
“it’s just that if i were you, i would go ask for this surgery.”

LMAO 😭
D-503 you’re so earnestly literal and unintentionally funny and preciously dear to me

“yes, epilepsy—madness—torment…slow, sweet pain—a bite—harder, make it hurt more. and then, slowly, the sun. not our sun, no blue crystal light evenly shining through glass blocks—no: the wild, rushing, scorching sun—tread everything off—tear it all up into little pieces.”

this book is like surrealist poetry. i’m falling so deeply in love with its prose, its intangible characters growing realer