Day Two Hundred Sixteen Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

No food in this oasis. Not that it matters, for I am not released from my fast.

I have found water. Plenty.

And have been very cautious in its consumption.

I wonder where Enough is. I trust that all is well.

Grateful for where I am.

Day Two Hundred Fourteen Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

The oasis looks to be only a day away, an easy day, given the even ground. So this time tomorrow I should be able to spit out my pebbles and put them away.

I have reached that point in my fast, when the hunger pains are gone.

Day Two Hundred Fourteen Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

The terrain has changed to a level expanse, running straight. (No place for a snake to hide and surprise the hapless passerby).

Studied my goal before closing my eyes. Made a decision. I shall drink the water that should be there, but I will continue to fast.