Dear memory book,

It’s been a day that’s for sure. Ever since I came to the mysterious world with no recollection of my past life; I think every day it has gotten slowly better. Sure, everyone else around me seems to have a different perspective, but as they said, “You weren’t here to see the wars”. Right now I think there only uptight from… whatever wars they were talking about. It seem to me there isn’t anything to bad to come.

Today Toby and I made our way towards the docks. It was really late, around two in the morning (that is if any clocks actually worked here). I know I probably shouldn’t have been there with him and rather in bed for our meeting with the community council. But I can never sleep, Toby seems to have the same problem. The docks were nice. Winter seemed to be the only season here, but when I’m with Toby, the chill nipping the hairs of the back of my neck don’t feel as taunting.

We didn’t do or say much. It was just comfortable. There isn’t much I can do to describe the interactions. The only thing I can note is, warm.

-Ran 12/11/20

Dear dumb book that my therapist said I should have,

It’s been a year here. One year ago today I woke up on the shoreline. Washed up, with the faint taste of seaweed in my mouth and salt water burning my eyes. I won’t understand why I came here, I’ve excepted that fact unlike others who dig deeper and deeper until they’ve gotten too deep.

If I’m gonna be honest, I don’t want to go “home”. Where ever that once was it doesn’t exist to me anymore. Maybe it never had.

The newcomer, Ran, he’s been here for a month now. After I… did what I did, he’s been a great distraction. But it hurts to think I might just get close to someone to only excoriate them on an island because I had no other choice.

This place forces you to be a bad guy. Ran doesn’t seem like he has a stern voice. It’s shocking but I think he might never.

He needs to be careful because that might just kill him.

-Toby