Transcription 2: Reconnection

25-04-13, 11AM

My cellphone works!

I called my wife and family. They believe me, that I'm in trouble, but I'm not sure they believe what's happening to me. That this space exists.

I don't blame them, this is not something that should be possible. I wouldn't believe me either. Have I hit my head, is this is all a hallucination? Am I in a coma in a hospital bed just 15 minutes from home?

If it's a coma, do I try to wake up somehow?

I've thought about this before, funnily enough, more than once. This, and what I'd do in a zombie apocalypse, though that that's not relevant (I hope). My decision is that my current reality is what I have and I may as well embrace it, be it actual reality, a coma, simulation, or whatever.

Besides, I'm pretty sure this is real. The pattern on the wallpaper in this room stays the same no matter how many times I look away. Stable patterns are a sure sign this isn't a dream, or so I've read.

So that's a lot processed. I still feel a crushing weight of fear and anxiety and homesickness, but I think I can hold it together now and try to figure out just where the hell I am. And when I can't, I'll call my wife again and it will be okay.