Back at the old cabin today. First time in a very long time. Everything like I left it. What else should I expect? The Kinnar leave it alone. My old pursuits don’t interest them. Why I am writing this? Habit I guess. Been writing down everything forever. I checked the atomic clock I rigged up using the lantern gourd pollen back when I thought days mattered. It still worked. The number of days just made me feel numb.
My old records. I sealed them pretty well but the swamp air is getting to them. Need to think of a better way to preserve them.
Something came down today. Came through the cloud cover and landed. A ship. After all this time. Humans? I guess I’ll find out. Will I still recognize humans after this long? Will we even speak the same language? And are they better than they used to be? I guess I’ll find out.
“They”. Ha. Like I’m not one of them.
Am I?
Please read this note from the Directors regarding this fragment here.