by Quagmire » Fri 18 Jul 2008, 17:45:09
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I’m living in a culvert which is dry most of the time, thankfully.
I dragged some dead branches to hide the entrance so hopefully it will last longer than my last home.
Nearby is a stream, so I’m living on watercress, raw crawfish, and the camel crickets I find here in the culvert.
Someone stole my garden cart, but yesterday I found an old baby stroller for triplets.
Today I will bring it around the back of the old dump to look for intact plastic bottles for water. It's safer to avoid the roads which are patrolled by an infamous warlord they call "Jack".
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I have an old lighter that still works, but I’m afraid to make a fire.
I still have my sketchbook and one small pencil, so most days I stay in the culvert and draw and journal my life and memories. The fewer calories I burn, the better.
How I lost my friends i still don’t understand - they left to go foraging and never returned, but I will wait here as long as I can in case they make it back.
I’m thinner than ever, and totally amazed at the turns my life has taken. The irony of it all is that I thought I was doing everything right-
organic farming, remote homestead, food stored.
Little did I know.
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Quagmire on Sun 20 Jul 2008, 16:23:58, edited 1 time in total.