Truth

Dover Beach

Beatty was right about a few things. Society has brought itself to where it is now. Faber could only do so much now after never doing anything. He seemed to be the opposite of Beatty, he had few answers, but what he did have I knew I could accept as fact. Books in the end was not what I had been looking for, no, it was what is in books that can make a difference. But I am still hesitant, I don't know if this will even work. I tried to read a poem to Millie's friends, but was only seen as a deceiver. I will pay the consequences, but society needs to know the truth that can be found in books. I am scared, but I am also willing to do what it takes to open the eyes of society.

Montag

Sand

He knew something, I know he did. Beatty came for a visit and had a "talk." He went over the history of the firemen, the change in society, he had all the answers, but I don't know if they're the right ones. Once he left I knew it had to be done, I revealed everything to Millie, all the books that lay hidden  in the house. She was not happy, but she kept silent. I was determined to read them all, the pile of many books written by many people. I read, but it all slipped away just as fast, just like sand through a sieve. I need help and there is only one person who may help me. We met a long time ago in a park and never seen each other since. This old man named Faber seems like he may have the right answers. Society is so corrupted, so crooked, there is so few left willing to try to straighten our lives back, but have no idea how. I don't know anything anymore, it all keeps slipping out.

Montag

Fire

We burned a woman... and no one cares. Yesterday was a fire unlike any other, a woman was still at the house when we arrived, we did our job the best we could while ignoring her. We gathered all the books, soaked them in kerosene, but we didn't light the fire, she did, and she burned. The other firemen don't care, Mildred doesn't care, so why do I care? Mildred tells me the woman was a fool, that it was her fault, I don't believe any of it. She doesn't even care, I tell her we burned a lady, she tells me about her day. Is it me that's wrong, or is it everyone else in this weird world we call home. I don't want to go to work.

Montag

Denial

Mechanical Hound

Wow, it's been over a week since i posted, where do I begin? The next day after my encounter with Clarisse Mildred seemed perfectly normal as if nothing happened, but I knew she was not fine. The night before I found her on the brink of death after she swallowed an entire container of sleeping pills, although they took out the poison in her body, I knew they couldn't take away her real pain. What happened next still bothers me up until now. The mechanical hound we keep in front is programmed to kill anything but us firemen, but as I walked into the firehouse, it seemed to "stare", to "growl" at me with a murderous intent. Of course it didn't but I can't help but shake the fact that maybe it knows, maybe it knows the secrets behind the ventilator grille. Then there's Clarisse McClellan, for the past week she's met me at the same place we met and has walked me home everyday. It feels like we've know each other our whole lives, we just talk and talk until we have to part ways. Every now and then I would happily see her around the the neighborhood doing things only she would do. Then she disappeared, Millie tells me she was ran over and her family moved away, I don't want to believe this, but what else can I believe anymore. 

Montag

Happy

Another fire tonight, another insane person thinking they could hide books while knowing the consequences if they get caught. It's such a joy to burn down the houses of these people, there's no other thing that gets the blood pumping like a good fire. However, this was the normal part of my day. On my way home, just around the corner of the firehouse was a girl, she said her name was Clarisse McClellan. She was a crazy seventeen year old girl (at least that's what she told me), but she didn't seem crazy, just different. She kept talking and asking about weird things like if I read any of the books I burn, or about how things were in the world decades ago. That wasn't the weird, no, then she asked me if I was happy then left in the blink of an eye. Of all the things in the world to ask, of course I'm happy, why wouldn't I be? I have job, a home, I have everything I need. What does she know about being happy... What do I know?

Montag