Fuck it. No more stalling.
Made a new boat. Well, a canoe really. I don’t need cargo space on this trip. I have paper, pencils. What I’m going to do if I find these things I have no idea. I hope they’ll see I mean no harm. And I really hope they mean no harm.
Looking around the cabin, I feel like I should be preparing more. Like maybe I should be closing things down in case I don’t come back.
If I don’t come back, who the hell’s gonna notice?
TIme to go. East.