Currently I am beyond doublethink. I know 2 + 2 + 4, the Earth revolves around the sun, and Airstrip One is a lie. Surely the society must use their common sense; they should know it is a lie. We don't sit 12 hours a day on the telespeak doing nothing. We- as the Ministry of Plenty- are committing a crime. Its a filthy lie that has gone drastic.
They have pushed it too far with the multiple posters literally following you, not to mention the telescreen. (It's getting a little claustrophobic in my little unseen-corner at Victory Mansions). Yet, it is the only few cubicle meters where I can freely change my facial expression, write and think. Again I reiterate, I am past thoughtcrime/doublethink through this journal whoever I am writing for. If any body moves the small crumb at the top-corner of this page, indicating my landmark, it is the end.
Who is on my side? Surely I cannot be the only one. O'Brien! Yes, he must share my point of view. Through that millisecond glance I saw an intellectual man, a protester, and a friend. What about the dark-haired girl? Every step I make she is one step behind me. I don't know, I don't know! Has this world gone mad!
Most likely I am target #1. The purchase of the diary, the dark-haired stalker, the entrance into the Proles, and so on; my steps have been watched.
Our only hope lies with the proles. Thankfully Big Brother perceives them as naive. It's contradictory though; they have the potential. The sad part is they think they're free-at least they have more freedom than me- but they're not. As of now, I think I am becoming more acquainted with them. If I continue to visit the Proles, say, twice a month, hopefully I can gradually influence them towards a massive riot.
