I’ve been taken by the log and being held captive in what seems to be a log city. It is freakingly social feels like old earth, that they are my parents a constant reminder that these log are wanting to retain me, in their society. That’s their way, abnoxiously pathetic reminder that they are not human, just hosts of the jungle. The myth. They don’t have me yet, they are here only to take me, in their fixed binary social way. I am log, says joe.

This city of theirs is fake, everything here is set to go off on any innocent being. They kill, their way is fixed binary. I’m scared of them, they keep me in close proximity, staying busy. Sometimes I give in to their cotton wool warmth like a cushion, only to wake up dead.