Shoulder playing up again. Took a shot of adrenaline. Not many left.
When I last looked up at the sky, the stars were pretty clouded out. Tonight they seem clear. I can see them, anyways. I’ll keep my eye on them for a moment, just to make sure they don’t wither away and fade from my vision. Most of the time I try to keep my head down.
I killed a man yesterday. Well, I say I killed him. I think he was already dead. But I didn’t like the way he was sitting, so I gave him a beating with the Stick. The Stick is useful – it’s a comfort to me. I carry it around, on my belt. It hangs down by my side, close to my right leg.
The stars are foolish. They shine so brightly – they should conserve their energy. That’s what it’s all about.
Back before everything collapsed, in the Way Back When, I could have been a writer. I could have been a star of stage and screen. But as it goes, I just walk. I walk, forage, hide, fight, sleep, walk some more. I don’t really know why. I wonder how long it would take for me to have walked across the world. I wonder if I would know.
Shoulder pain. Focuses my mind. Head down. Keep walking, slugger.