A condemned man asks questions about the meaning of life and death, searching for answers of significance. Answers that make an impact on his perception or settle his fears with momentary peace. I started asking those questions as I fed driftwood to the bonfire.
What does it mean to be human in the absence of other people? Am I really the last man standing? Am I the character is some bad survival video game? Am I a dead man walking? How did it happen? How could it have happened?
In the early hours of the morning after a night of watching the flames and getting nowhere, the questions started to funnel down from the unanswerable and philosphical into the realm of simplicity.
Am I dead? Assume no.
Am I alive? Assume yes.
Do I want to keep living? ……. yes.
Can I keep living? Yes.
Have I gone insane? Jury’s still out, buddy. Time to get your ass in gear. Ain’t nobody coming to your rescue.
(Day 16)