“No, look, listen I’ve got to stay late I’ve got a deadl-… no it’s not that I don’t want to come home but-… we’ve been through this, this project is crucial, if it fails then, well I’ll be sacked and then we won’t be able to pay the bills and I’m guessing you’d prefer to have a warm house than to-… Vic!
I was woken by a creature trying to steal my rations. It has two legs and two clawed arms, and wears what appears to be a disused container as protection for its head. It’s been following me for the last 50 levels of the structure but at least it’s no longer trying to steal my stuff.
In my last update, it was mid November. At this point, things were looking on the up. Cases were falling thanks to the second lockdown starting in the first week of November, but this didn’t last. In December things took a dramatic turn for the worse with the discovery that a new, much more transmissible variant was spreading in London and the South East, despite the lockdown.
I reached the base of the tower with the light source. This vert extends way beneath the hollowed surface, further than I can see at least, and upwards it soars up until it disappears behind itself. The outer shell is a dark matte metallic gray with grooves between the expanse of living quarters, working spaces and commercial zones that used to thrive.
My covid timeline continues at the point when I arrived at home from the beginning of May. I’ve just finished spending 2 months completely alone.
5 // relief I honestly think there were times at home with my family where I felt better than I had done in a while, even before lockdown had started.
I came up with this idea for a competitive improv-based party game that turns out to be incredibly fun and a welcome distraction from Everything Going On Right Now.
I tried playing it with a few friends on a trip and it was a great success.
I made it to the ridge but there’s no light here. Turns out it was coming from a vert way out beyond the plain ahead of the ridge. I’m exhausted from the trek up but hey, it was worth the discovery I suppose.
So. I’m on my way to find out what this flickering light is on the ridge. It’s already taking me what, 1..2..3… 4 rotations? This really better be worth it, what with all the energy this is taking. Being held hostage in a mortal body really grinds my multidimensional gears.
I dreampt I was living another life again. Or maybe it was a memory, a distant fragment of time or a place. It’s hard to tell when your dreams are multidimensional, let me tell you.
I was on the run, deep in an impossible city.
I felt like writing a short story based in the same narrative universe as a novel I have started writing but haven’t spent much time on recently. I’m hoping this will spur me into wanting to write more of it.