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.
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