The Dark-Haired Girl

A new hope for life has come over me. Sometime, after I read that note, a desire to live welled up inside. It is a wish for survival that exists only to stay alive to be with the dark-haired girl. Perhaps the Brotherhood is real, and perhaps its existence can feed some change into Oceania. We together, the dark-haired girl and me, might help the change to take form. If we stay quiet and undiscovered, the mere act of our joint thoughtcrime could begin a new Oceania and a new Airstrip One. I can only hope that our thoughtcrime brings us to the place without darkness, instead of to a place of only darkness six feet under the ground.