Big Brother is Forever

I love Big Brother. That’s all there is left. I realize what insanity I was dealing with for months and months when I thought the waking world was actually a dream, and the dream the waking world. 2 + 2 = 5. I understand that now. I finally recognize the world for what it is, and I finally accept it. However, when I still dream of being with Julia, a sick feeling envelops me as she coddles me and nurses me, and I wish to vomit at my own love of the Party.