It is such a painful feeling, to have no place for comfort. I am surrounded by battle in all directions, but there is no comfort to be found, not even here in my peace sanctuary. Yes, I have peace. I have quiet. I have solitude. But I find no comfort, no respite from the angst and outrage, even here.
It is like Winston's world, where Big Brother's presence follows everywhere. The telescreen is always on. The recording ever present. No place to hide from the inescapable gaze of the oppressor. Not even utter darkness and silence, because the Thought Police invade like invisible spies.
There is no place for comfort.
