Their voices can be heard incessantly throughout the day, as I sit at my desk: and they are always demanding voices, or challenging voices - never kind.
And this is making it harder for those who remain to start to come to terms with what we've been through recently, and to start thinking about moving on.
I still feel drained much of the time; and torn between endeavours that had been taken from me, and those which remain. As though the other me, this doppleganger, isn't pulling their weight somehow. I'm caught in some kind of half-life; split between my ordinary existence here, and some sick mockery of my previous self 'down there' like some form of continual suffering.
... and I'm not sure that I can see an end to this.
One of the initial survivors of last week has disappeared ! He was seen fleeing the premises on Monday night, burdened with great boxes of supplies & archaic machinery. I fear that he may have some half-baked notion to enter the belly of the beast, and confront the cause of our suffering.
our thoughts go with him, and we pray for his safe return.
V : 2 / F : 22 / MIA : 1
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