A big ole storm has knocked the power out
I have been reduced to the pioneer way
I have been informed the power will not be back until 2am so time to cultivate the land and begin anew
I have begun writing a journal detailing my thoughts during these trying times
I must send a message to my family via a raven confirming all is well
I’m made many tiny fires (candles) to get me through the long night
I’ve tended to the crops, now I begin preparing a meal in order to survive
I’ve found out a person cannot cook chicken nuggets by hand so I have no choice but to starve