Part One Chapter Eight

I took a stroll through the prole district and saw a old man. I thought of how he could possibly tell of the past, how good it must have been. I was disappointed when he told me, for it as rubbish. I went in the pub thinking the proles were the only link of the past but then knew that they would forget with the life that we now live in. After I went to the secondhand store to buy a coral center and a paper weight made of glass. I smirked, when I thought of committing suicide. The dark haired girl had been following me right after I left the store, on my way home. I just have to believe in O'Brien and hope that the place where there is no darkness is true.