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Redox: Entry 2-216

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Entry 2-216
October, Journal 2
As I gaze upon this desolate and god forsaken wasteland that mankind once called a great city, I cannot help but feel isolated and so very small. I don't think I've ever felt this lonely before. It really is a terrible, terrible feeling. It hasn't even been two full years since the complete collapse of our society, and yet I feel as though I am quickly losing what is left of my sanity, if I ever really had much of one to begin with. Just the other day I began having a mental conversation with a human skeleton. That's never happened before, at least not that I can recall. It's starting to get more and more difficult to tell just how often my memory has been lapsing, or for how long. The problem is either getting better, or I just haven't been reminded of something that happened by anyone in so long that I just think the problem is getting better....
I've been trying to keep track of what day it is, but it's proving to be more difficult than I previously thought, considering it's nearly impossible to tell what time of the year it is since the effects of nuclear winter make the weather always cold. However, it did rain yesterday: not snow, not ash, not even hail. It was rain; a horrible and highly acidic rain, but it was still rain regardless. Seeing that rain begin to corrode even the assault in the streets made me think of how it will take generations for the world to even begin to recover from what we've done. The world will never be as it once was, and the worst part is, part of me is looking forward to that.
A journal entry by a character of mine, Redox.
Please let me know if you find any typos so I can fix them.
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