journal_day28.txt

Temp 25. Air quality MODERATE.

Tomorrow. I'm leaving tomorrow.

I don't know what's out there. Don't know what I can breathe or see or survive. Don't know if anything survived.

But I know I can't stay here.

I've been sitting in the living room looking at everything. The granite counters. The queen bed with the decorative pillows that I've torn up for hand wraps. The entertainment system. The beautiful bathroom fixtures.

All this luxury for a world that doesn't exist anymore.

I keep thinking about that documentary filmmaker. The one who was here in July. She did a whole ad for this place. Talked about resilience. About building new lives when everything familiar falls away.

I wonder if she made it.

I wonder if anyone made it.

Tomorrow I'll find out.

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