Once in a while you get one of those books that you finish and you close the cover and look at it and go, "Fuck. It's over." And then you have to think about everything you just took in for a really, really long time.
Yes, fine, you may have read 1984 in middle school or your boring sophomore year English class. But I have only moments ago finished the story, the appendix, and the afterword.
Dystopian novels are my favorite kind, without question, but never before has a book really scared, or depressed, me as much as 1984. I think I gained a lot more reading it now, at this point in my life, than I would have being forced to skim through chapter after chapter by a classroom reading syllabus. I appreciate it. I fucking loved it. I love Orwell, without a doubt. I recently downloaded Animal Farm onto my iPhone and I have read it over at least twice since last week. But I veer from the point. 1984 is sad and provoking.
I think there was something in the appendix, though, that mentioned a sort of... new renaissance. It was just a passing thought, maybe just a hypothetical reference, but I think we're going to have one. Another renaissance, where people look back at their heartless and shallow lives and maybe some extremists out there become philosophers and we have a breakthrough in arts and culture and poetry and philosophy and everyone comes up with great new ideas about how people are supposed to live to be able to grasp their full potential as loving, living, human beings. And maybe then the militaries worldwide will downsize and people will start to think differently. Or maybe not.
But I don't want my world to become a dystopia.
I don't want to be taken over by the eye of a church-government
I don't want to love Big Brother
I don't want to come from a test tube and take happy-drugs
No, I don't want to live in a world where people can't be people.
The one we have right now is... all right. It could be a million times better but it's going one way or another. I'm not sure which.
But as for now, in a facebook chat message I just sent to my mom, "I just read 1984 and I need to be reminded that the world is still okay."