Power outages continue to plague this place. I suppose that’s what I deserve for being away for so long. Will swears his work space is on its own power, but I can’t imagine what could be causing this, other than wiring going bad. I’m not exactly an electrician, but I never had this problem in my office when it was on the main island.

I’ve been away a long time. This place feels as alien as it did the first time I decided to stay down here. When the influx of weekend-explorers began again, it took its toll on my desire to continue my work. The snapshot-crowd isn’t why I came down here.

A fine layer of dust on my book and pen was the only change to my desk that greeted me those weeks ago.