September 11, 2018 none of us know how we ended up here or how long we will remain day 1: raining. i have no tools. i am hungry. day 2: desperation motivates me to observe my surroundings. because i lived in the city for so long, i first observe my surroundings for friends, but i find none. i had none there so i cannot envision who i should find here. and yet, to see a person at all, would make them a friend. this seems not too much different from living in the city. day 3: i have caught a hare. it fell into a snare, a simple pit i dug with my hands and covered with twigs and leaves. when i pick it up its fur is surprisingly soft for the humid wilderness around us and i feel her bones underneath her delicate skin. her heart is fluttering in her neck. i do not have the courage to eat her. day 4: i have learned to make a simple dwelling for my new friend. she hasn't run away despite finding some compromised points in said dwelling. i now know i can make one for myself, but it will