Day 27

I’ve been on this island for over three weeks now, and I fear my sanity is beginning to leave me. The cartoon’s portraying the characters beginning to imagine each other as food as they slowly starve to death is truer than it really has any business being.

Yesterday I found myself staring at Frank, my de facto best friend and thinking how much he looked like a plump juicy red hot dog. I fear that if the hunger is not abated soon I will be unable to stop myself from feasting on my friend. A truly heinous turn of events to be sure, especially when I stop to consider that Frank is a depleted fire extinguisher that I named last week in order to satiate my burning desire for social contact.

I would continue but I must savor this writing experience as I have not been blessed with an inexhaustible supply of paper, I go now to throw sand against the waves for several hours

J. Wihi