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damnfinecup) wrote2005-12-05 11:54 pm
damnfinecup) wrote2005-12-05 11:54 pm
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soldiering on with life
Diane:
The longer I'm here, the less urgent everything feels. It's become clear to me by now that there is no quick find that is going to get me -- or anyone else who has been stranded here -- home. And enough days have passed that life will have gone on without me back home. With this in mind, I have finally carved out a little home for myself on this island and will endeavor to at least be comfortable, while I try to puzzle out all that has happened. Others have already formed numerous and varied liaisons, even those like myself who recognize no one and nothing from the places we came from. There is much that remains mysterious and unknown, and should I never find my way back then I suspect it will be my life's work, discovering the mysteries of the island.
There are two things in particular that are of note to me right now. The first is the caves, which have become my home. Despite my misgivings about them, they have proven vast and welcoming. The cave drawings which I had heard so much about still trouble me, but they are clearly not the twins of the ones we uncovered in Twin Peaks, and so I suspect they have little to do with how I found myself here.
As well, other intrepid souls have ventured further into the jungle that covers the island and discovered a long-abandoned compound, which opens up whole worlds of other possibilities, Diane. Clearly there were people inhabiting this place before we arrived -- and, Diane, every day there are still more of us -- though they have long since vanished. They facility seems aged, with that unmistakable must of disuse, though the technology that I saw there seems quite current. Another in a long line of mysteries. It is a comfort to know that the many doctors who have appeared here now have a place to practice their craft, and though I choose not to stay at the compound for the time being -- Diane, you know how I am about crowds -- it's good to know it's there.
I have made the acquaintence of two young men, brothers, they tell me, who share my interest in the mysteries of the island. Together, we will be doing some further explorations of the caves and the drawings that were found there, to see if our combined knowledge and observations bring us some answers.
I fear the answers will be slow in coming, Diane, but it's nice to have something to do.
Remind me to find out of the compound stocks any coffee. I'm just about ready to kill for a cup.
The longer I'm here, the less urgent everything feels. It's become clear to me by now that there is no quick find that is going to get me -- or anyone else who has been stranded here -- home. And enough days have passed that life will have gone on without me back home. With this in mind, I have finally carved out a little home for myself on this island and will endeavor to at least be comfortable, while I try to puzzle out all that has happened. Others have already formed numerous and varied liaisons, even those like myself who recognize no one and nothing from the places we came from. There is much that remains mysterious and unknown, and should I never find my way back then I suspect it will be my life's work, discovering the mysteries of the island.
There are two things in particular that are of note to me right now. The first is the caves, which have become my home. Despite my misgivings about them, they have proven vast and welcoming. The cave drawings which I had heard so much about still trouble me, but they are clearly not the twins of the ones we uncovered in Twin Peaks, and so I suspect they have little to do with how I found myself here.
As well, other intrepid souls have ventured further into the jungle that covers the island and discovered a long-abandoned compound, which opens up whole worlds of other possibilities, Diane. Clearly there were people inhabiting this place before we arrived -- and, Diane, every day there are still more of us -- though they have long since vanished. They facility seems aged, with that unmistakable must of disuse, though the technology that I saw there seems quite current. Another in a long line of mysteries. It is a comfort to know that the many doctors who have appeared here now have a place to practice their craft, and though I choose not to stay at the compound for the time being -- Diane, you know how I am about crowds -- it's good to know it's there.
I have made the acquaintence of two young men, brothers, they tell me, who share my interest in the mysteries of the island. Together, we will be doing some further explorations of the caves and the drawings that were found there, to see if our combined knowledge and observations bring us some answers.
I fear the answers will be slow in coming, Diane, but it's nice to have something to do.
Remind me to find out of the compound stocks any coffee. I'm just about ready to kill for a cup.