1984

BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU,

WAR IS PEACE

IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH

How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible. Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless.

The actual writing would be easy. All he had to do was to transfer to paper the interminable restless monologue that had been running inside his head, literally for years.

And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.

Some days he believed in it, some days not. There was no evidence, only fleeting glimpses that might mean anything or nothing:

It was all guesswork: very likely he had imagined everything.