alice

I have kept this picture under my pillow for longer than I remember. This is my best friend Alice with the alien that she found in the bushes behind our house. I don't know what happened to Alice after this picture was taken but I spend a lot of time looking at the photograph and thinking about her.

miserable night's sleep

The vibrations are getting more noticeable every day. I can't tell if they are actually worse at night or it's just that I notice them more.Last night (funny I keep referring to "night" since it is almost always night here!) I could barely sleep. I moved the pillow way from the wall still could feel a steady vibration through my entire body.

there is very little to do

I took this picture of everyone sitting around
the table not saying or even thinking anything
for what seem like interminable periods of time.

what is this

There is some sort of an annoying vibration kind of like a low level hum that seems to be located just on the other side of the head of my bed, where my pillow rests against the inner wall of the spaceship. I am used to the inner wall being cold and sometimes even a bit sweaty from condensation (I have to keep reminding myself that there are no windows in here and that all of the air, moisture and just about every secretion of mine, not to mention the aliens, gets recycled and recirculated) but this vibrating sound/noise is new, and therefore captures my attention. I have to admit I am slightly worried about the sound/noise but have confidence that if anything is wrong, first of all, that they will know about it, and secondly, that they will repair it immediately, as the integrity of this ship is essential to their survival as well as my own.

lost everything

The last several hundred light years of posts seem to have disappeared. I vaguely recall something like this happening a while ago but I can't put my finger on either how or when.

Tonite things feel a bit cramped in the ship. We are traveling to another world in the absolute silence of space. While I may have learned the language of these creatures, I still don't feel like I understand the essence of what they are saying. They, of course, continue to know exactly what I am thinking without my uttering a word, just like they have from the beginning.

Even though I haven't eaten for more time than I can remember, I still feel pangs, cravings for food. These cravings wax and wane but never seem to go away, they are always in the background gnawing at me.