Journal 2

I read a story once in the news. There was a man, and an avalanche. This particular avalanche was bigger than this particular man. They said that most people who die in avalanches die just a few inches below the snow, because the avalanche is so disruptive that once a person is buried, they no longer know where is up and down and left and right-- they don't know which direction to dig. Then they suffocate.

Journal 1

Today I awoke to find myself in a state of suspended unconsciousness. I have been meaning to do this for a while now, but you know... there is always some excuse. I really don't have any excuses now. Just time.