blog post #7: finale

 it gives me no pleasure to say that we're nearing the end of my series of blogs. i hope you (when i say 'you,' i mean the audience, but being honest with ourselves, its probably just dr. moffitt, which im okay with!!* thank you for being amazing! im sorry for doing this so late!)

but god, what a climax, huh? 

i want to jump off the things i've talked about in the last post, which is pain-- not only is it a tool to shape, but the person hurting you has so much emotional leeway, right? and we see that pain branch off into different elements of what becomes 1984's endgame. remember the hope i talked about, the pockets of air we can get a small glimpse of?

yeah, they're gone. the vines of dread overtook it. 

come on!! thats a downer ending!! iconic line, sure. He loved Big Brother. and in many ways, wasn't it inevitable? orwell paints this story with an optimistic brush, yeah, but the question to me is-- did he want to pull the rug out from under us, or actually instill a seed of hope in us, even as the story ends? obviously, 1984 is cautionary first and foremost. but still. it's a lot of cool things to ruminate on. 

i have trouble working my thoughts into words, and this book gave me a lot of thoughts! i love it deeply, and i have for a while, and revisiting it now has sparked a lot of rumination and thought and reflection on our own free will and who the thought police would be, and that kind of thing. but i don't know. who does?

* - and also my mom, who googles me sometimes, and any college admissions officers that are looking to check my sordid past