1984 Case

To the future or to the past, to a time when thought is free, when men are different from one another and do not live alone- to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone:

From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink- greetings! (Orwell, 30)

Hello, my name is Winston Smith and I am a suffering citizen of the indestructible nation of Oceania. I am writing this diary in the anticipation of regaining the substantial amount of sanity that I have lost over the years, due to the overpowering Big Brother. It is amazing how an object so miniscule and insignificant can cause copious amount of problems in my life. At this moment, and all the moments my pen touches this thick, smooth paper, I am setting a timer for my slow, agonizing death. The Party forbids independent thought; acts displaying any forms of this are punishable by a vehement death. My mind is a mixture of both feelings and strong thoughts, things that I cannot express. I may not be physically gone from this world, but I do know that my ability to think independently is disintegrating each day I endure living my life in Oceania.

Love. A feeling not to be expressed by any citizens. Well, in reality that is not true. The Party believes that there is no such thing as love. If love is nonexistent, how does one feel it? I refuse to make myself believe such a preposterous thing, I do feel love, love for Julia and I know Julia feels the same for me. She and I have one clear thing in common, and that is our hatred towards the Party. The problem is, Julia thinks that the only way she can rebel is through the act of making love. She does not realize how much more potential she has. She is a very sensual and practical woman, afraid of the slightest change and has adapted to her diminutive rebellious actions. Now that I think about it, Julia and I only share two things; one being our adamant hatred towards the dreadful Party and the other being our communal sexual avidity. I know that there are only two similarities between Julia and me, but I do think that they are what make me so passionate towards her.

As I write in this diary, these strong words of my hatred towards the Party, just yesterday I angrily wrote "DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER" over and over, not knowing what had come over me. These words exhibit my rebellious nature. At times in my life since Oceania in a way turned delirious I often wonder to myself, am I the only one who wants to fight against the Party? The only one who wants to live a danger free life? And the only one who will not succumb to the Party's preposterous rules and beliefs? Sometimes I feel like I am the only one fighting the battle of freedom in this nation of Oceania.

The one thing that enters my mind on a day to day basis are the the proles. The proles are neutral, they do not rebel against the Party but they are