How long has it been?

A week, maybe…

No, that’s not right.

I shift out of the small mismatched hamlet and fall to my feet, the pieced-together material swaying as I make my way out of the hovel I had built for myself. The sound of the tweeters chirped out the closer I approached the mouth of the structure. The sound of water slamming into the rocks below caused the air around me to feel fresh a...