jennifer-arnett

I can__ help but imagine what that would be like__o be all alone on this island with eternity taunting me with loneliness. To say goodbye to the last human you will ever see__here is no crueler hand of fate.

But every tomorrow has led to today_ to us being alone, hungry, and cold on an unknown island somewhere in the South Pacific.

We don__ vanish without a trace. We are not like animals, content with burrows in the ground. We are not very skilled at survival without clothing or tools. Our feet are soft, our skin is easily cooled, and our stomachs are too weak to drink water straight from a stream. We must create in order to survive. We build cities, aqueducts, and shields, for we must in order to have an edge over the beasts of the field. And so, wherever humans have tread their covered feet, their path never vanishes without a trace.