Fiction: Sixty Days, Next Year
Fiction: You’ll have to excuse me, but I don’t usually keep a diary. These events began before I understood what was happening, and where it was all headed. It was only later, after it was all going on, that I thought that maybe I should be keeping some sort of record–as if no one else was. We live in The Information Age, or did. Now it’s just The Dim Ages. Welcome to my world.
December 31, 2003