Unreal

I remember as a kid reading Orwell's 1984 and experiencing a powerful sense of something approaching panic, reading about the idea of the Party altering history to suit its own agenda. Today I felt an echo of that anxiety reading an article about the victims of on-line conspiracy theorists, folk who've had their lives ruined as a result of entirely, and very obviously, false stories. The segment about the parent of a six-year-old victim of the Sandy Hook massacre being hounded as a hoaxer actually came close to provoking tears of sadness, and a kind of rage. 

'There is just no more truth, there is just what’s trending on Twitter,' he says. Stop the world, please, I want to get off.