I am an introvert living in a tent with 60+ dudes. The door is 5 feet away from my head. I haven't slept for more than two hours at a time since I got here. I have acquired a hacking cough, and the scab on my arm floats on vaccinia pus like a tectonic plate on the intolerable molten mantle of the earth. The only natural light that enters is when someone leaves both of the airlock-double-doors open. We have accomplished a task and a half in the three?...four?...days that we have been here.
Why have you forsaken me?
(You volunteered to be forsaken, so that others might live.)
Oh. Yeah.
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