State of Humanity

O’Brien says I am the last vessel of humanity, but I look so weak, frail, and sick that it is impossible that this is the state of humanity. It is impossible that the proles will never rise up like Goldstein has assured. Even if it may be thousands of years until they do, they will eventually. My waking world is now one of steady distress and brooding over my constant dream. I still go to the Community Center and very rarely even see Julia, but my heart and mind are in the Ministry of Love. O’Brien has abused me in this dream, yet I still trust him. I dwell on that. I dwell on the dream as a whole, the cause of the never-ending nightmare, I dwell on if it will over come to be reality outside my own mind, where it already is.