Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Today I stood up. I woke up and stood up.
And realized I wasn't dead.
I'm in a small ground, floor apartment, garden apartment. I have looked around and found food.
My first thought was that I was imprisoned in another apartment by Thomas Friedman.
But there's no indication of him in the apartment. There's no indication of him around the apartment either. I looked out the windows. Through the blinds.
I thought about stepping outside but what if he's out there? Lurking?
"Iraq snapshot" (The Common Ills):