Oh pickles: Alone (in 2002)

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Alone (in 2002)

Alone Alone Alone Alone I cleanse I cleanse this unease this need to please is this all I'm made of? Is this all I'm here for? There's so much more There's so much more I'm so ANGRY. The two faced all around me. These faces all around me who are you? Who am I? I'm so ANGRY I hate all the hate I hate all the hate 2 faced 2 faced 2 faced conquering the WORLD Empty Empty Empty MOney MOney Money The clothes on your back.. FUck it! Fuck it! I was made to care. CARE about it. IT! I feel conquered by it. Fuck it. I'm so scared. I'm so scared. Compromising everything I am. Nore MORE this. No more THis.

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"It is one of the most characteristic and destructive developments of our own society that man, becoming more and more of an instrument, transforms reality more and more into something relative to his own interests and functions. Truth is proven by the consensus of millions; to the slogan "how can millions be wrong?" is added and "how can a minority of one be right". Orwell shows quite clearly that is a system in which the concept of truth as an objective judgement concerning reality is abolished; anyone who is a minority of one must be convince that he is insane.

Thus, For instance, if he has surrendered his independecne and his integrity completely, if he experiences himself as a thing which belongs either to the state, the party, or the corporation, then two plus two is five, or "Slavery is Freedom", and he feels free because there is no longer any awareness of the discrepancy between truth and falsehood.

Orwell, is simply implying that the new form of managerial industrialism, in which man builds machines which act like men and develops men who act like machines, is conducive to an era of dehumanization and complete alienation, in which men are transformed into things and become appendices to the process of production and consumption. The danger with which all men are confronted today, the danger of a society of automatons who will have lost every trace of individuality, of love, of critical thought, and yet who will not even be aware."

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Alone (in 2002)

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