It has been 28 days and 5 hours since I have been stranded without the internet.
I have traveled many many miles to send this message out into the vast unknown and now I can only pray to Zarathushtra that someone will read it.
It has been a long and arduous journey and I shall find myself isolated still, when I return to ‘the Island’. In this technology barren place paper is the only thing I have to scrawl on.
Oh it is so lonely.
I find myself having long drawn out conversations with a tennis ball.
I have named this ball Jeff.
Jeff is my friend.