Today I walked through the proles.
It was in an attempt to see what the future of our world was dependent upon. But now I wish I had not gone. It is horrifying to see the population you are most dependent on more preoccupied with hitting each other over the head with pots and pans than in the lack of equality they are experiencing.
Not to mention I saw the girl again today. The girl with the dark hair. I have decided that she must be a member of the thought police. What else would she be doing walking around the proletarian section? Unless she was following me just for the sake of turning me in. It is amazing how much brainwashed people can do. How much they can destroy. How many lives have been lost because of them.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Book 1
Today at work, I was given a job of revising an article on an unperson. A person who doesn't exist anymore. I decided to write a new article on a person who had just died during a battle in India. His name was Ogilvy. He was the perfect party member in every way. Blindly loyal, and completely unaware of the ways of the world. Just like everyone else it seems. Except me.
Sometimes I wish I could be as ignorant as Parson. The stupid fellow just listens to Big Brother as if he was a puppy. A blind puppy, and B.B. was his master. And in a way he is. They both are.
Maybe if I didn't hear the differences in what has been said and what is being said, I might be able to sleep easier. Maybe it was a mistake, and I heard them say it wrong. Maybe there wasn't a drop in the chocolate ration. Is there something wrong with me?
Or is it everyone else.
Sometimes I wish I could be as ignorant as Parson. The stupid fellow just listens to Big Brother as if he was a puppy. A blind puppy, and B.B. was his master. And in a way he is. They both are.
Maybe if I didn't hear the differences in what has been said and what is being said, I might be able to sleep easier. Maybe it was a mistake, and I heard them say it wrong. Maybe there wasn't a drop in the chocolate ration. Is there something wrong with me?
Or is it everyone else.
Book 1
Today is the first day I write in this journal. For all I know, it could be the last. They could be outside my door right now, ready to catch me.
The thought police.
It is with this in mind that I write down the life I have here in Oceania. Avoiding detection, performing the usual duties of a party member.
Trying to find the truth. That is all that matters. There is no truth here in Oceania. Only made-up people in made-up articles. According to Big Brother, if you control the past, you control the future. This is why I must discover the past. No, I must rediscover it.
Today, as I was doing my exercises, and was in agonizing pain from attempting to touch my toes, I was addressed by the instructress. It was then that I realized that it was true. They are watching us at all times. And you are never safe.
The thought police.
It is with this in mind that I write down the life I have here in Oceania. Avoiding detection, performing the usual duties of a party member.
Trying to find the truth. That is all that matters. There is no truth here in Oceania. Only made-up people in made-up articles. According to Big Brother, if you control the past, you control the future. This is why I must discover the past. No, I must rediscover it.
Today, as I was doing my exercises, and was in agonizing pain from attempting to touch my toes, I was addressed by the instructress. It was then that I realized that it was true. They are watching us at all times. And you are never safe.
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