I suppose it’s rather irrational to be thinking about solitude so much, given the times. It’s all pretty depressing as is; blank newspapers, death tolls, emergency messages, and the like. But enough of that. If things go well enough in the next few days, I shouldn’t have to worry about it much, in any case; some of my friends should be arriving here later today, and, hey, what we’re going through isn’t that much different from nuclear warfare, is it?
It was all remarkably intact. This, in particular, I found in what seemed to be the main residence; a mostly intact -albeit handwritten- book, with several discs within the pages!
is this a journal or something?
stairs but theres no stairs
Sounds like that dream I had.
Getting some hard @TheSunVanished vibes from this.
Maybe that’s what he’s trying to do
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