In case you’re new to this, Jarn’s Jounal is the (fictional) journal of a (fictional) human-like alien stranded on Earth, in Africa, 125,000 years ago. A longer version is on my main blog; my author site has all of Jarn’s Journal to date. Since I’m heading for a writers Conference this weekend, I’ll be around to see others later.
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Year 4 Day 1
How strange it feels to write this date, and realize that in 116 days I will have been here for four years. It is the northward equinox again, a fitting day for my final move. The solar panels are installed, I have almost completed a crude generator, and I have moved everything I can possibly use from the old shelter. It seems strange to return there now and see nothing but the calendar.
The nomads will be here in a few fivedays, if they follow the same schedule they did last year. I wonder what they will think of my new home. It is not at all conspicuous, and I can at least hope they do not try to treat is as a temple.
I have to admit that I will be happy to see them again. I need to trade for more tanned skins and weaving, and I’m afraid my cooking has not improved with time.
And to tell the truth, I am increasingly lonely here.