Day Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It’s been an up and down day. Literally. First up one structure then down the next. That’s if I could get in and if there were a connection to the next one. For you see, once atop one you could thoughtfully eliminate several points of the compass, but a whole lot more was obscured by taller structures nearby.

On the fifth structure, I caught a glint, a reflection of what might be water. There was no causeway to the next higher building, so I had to climb back down. I skipped the next one in favor of one beyond that seemed greatly taller and perhaps closer to the area of the sighting.

I am sitting in the dark awaiting morning.

Day Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Two points of the compass down. Two left to go. Or if I get picky, three hundred fifty six additional ones. Yet the area can grow exponentially between two adjacent points.

Does it make me more hopeful, or just discouraged? Depends on what time of the day you ask me. Right now at the end of the day I would say discouraged. But tomorrow morning – hope springs eternal, as they say. So I will look forward to that even now. I need to remind myself that I am not alone in this.

Another strategy is called for. If I could just find something that needs a bridge over it. A change in elevation? Another step between me and my goal?