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ever night..

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Is it normal to get a growth spurt at 22? Yesterday I had to almost fall out of the couch before I could reach my cup from the table. Today I grasped the ceramic easily. It’s strange because nothing is different. I keep my cup at the edge because I know how I need to reach for it. I hadn’t placed the mug closer than yesterday. I wish I had gotten taller but no I’m the same height as yesterday.

Wow this is interesting. Today when brushing my teeth I found myself easily being able to reach the top shelf. I’ve never been able to do that.

I’m going mad, aren’t I? It looks like my arms grew. Nothing but my arms. Is that normal? Were they always like this? What’s happening?

I sat around today just staring at my hands. I can reach my knees while standing straight. It’s disgusting. I haven’t dared to leave my home. I missed work today and yesterday. I just don’t understand. I’m not in pain, I’m not seeing any marks… my arms are just longer. Have they always been this long? Have I always been this shape? Should I call a doctor? My arms are so long, my fingers are like spider legs. It’s like I’m being stretched.

I can’t leave. What’s going on?! What did I do? When I walk my nails brush against the floor. I’m scared. I called mom, she didn’t believe me. Of course not, why would she? I don’t understand. I don’t understand. It hasn’t even been that long. It’s as if my arms grow at night… or now? I can’t tell. Are they getting longer? Oh please help.

I called the doctor. I called the police. I’m going mad, that’s it! I’m just being delusional. A nervous breakdown, that’s normal, right? I’ve never heard of something like this but delusions can be very convincing. That must be it. That must be it. That must be it. That must be it.

My hands sting. They’re ripped up from being dragged on the floor. I lift them up. The floor is rough. But since I’m just mad it’s alright! These wounds aren’t real, I’m just imagining them! The blood, the stench… see my arms are still unmarked. They look normal, ignoring how long they are. It’s fine. It’s fine. Someone knocked on the door. I’m scared. They’ll see me. They’ll see me and kill me. I’m a freak. I’m disgusting. I’m just delusional! It’s fine! It’s not fine. They’re so long.

They had to bundle my arms up in blankets. It took two to cover them. They then folded me up in the car. It hurt. The car is too small. My shoulders ache. I can’t hear. Nothing is real. When I press my long palm against the floor it’s cold and rough against my skin. I’m a reasonable person. There must be an explanation.

Im a freak. My arms are long enough that I can reach the other side of my cell easily. I haven’t had my arms straight for three days. I can’t fit. It hurts so much. The weight is agonising. But I can reach everything. I’m a creature. A being. My humanity is lost, I’m now just a creature. A nightmare. I can reach so far. I can reach into his eyes. I can pluck his nerves out of his spine. It’s not real. It doesn’t matter.

My shoulders are tearing themselves away from my body. The weight of my arms is just too much. I can hear the cracking of bones. I’m going to bleed out and die. No one wants to touch me anyway.

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Sissy Spacek in Carrie (1976).

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Picture dump and some old art

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Google Maps Glitched New Baltimore Renders (2013)

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There’s five buildings lined up on the hill. I see them when I look out the window. I enjoy looking out my window so I do it every day. However, I’ve noticed something about those five buildings. Whenever it rains, there’s six. It’s hard to see in the misty rain but there’s a sixth shape in the fog. Today I went out into the rain, the streets strangely empty. I tried to walk to the sixth building but I was unable to find it.

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The change seemed instant. One moment we worked, played, slept in the year of 2023, the next everything changed, as in literally. I blinked and the works looked different, was different. It seemed as if the entire human race got sent somewhere close to 50 years in the future, which we could tell by cutting down trees to count the rings. While the internet was down I watched my neighbour cut down the tree he planted just last year to count the rings… or I suppose he planted it 51 years ago. At first we were all confused. Even the greyest buildings of the middle off the city had turned green, overgrown. The air was lighter and the sky was more blue.

The fifty or so years without us allowed the earth to heal. The food rotted, the internet disappeared, the bikes rusted. Nothing works anymore but we’re trying to make do. We’ve been collecting in town. I found my friends and family and we walked to medborgarplatsen to listen to someone who decided to take charge. I know this will sound incredibly gen Z of me but the city almost feels more village like now that we have no real direction. It took a while and a lot of people starved to death, since we had no real agriculture. Luckily, since nature has healed, the sea and forests were full of game.

I try not to think about those who died. Not to be uncaring or apathetic but the whole thing is just so bizarre I find myself expecting to wake up in my bed in 2023 again. We got the fields up and running (is that the right words?), we managed to remove the rust from the factories and made a few of those gross gelatinous candies. Soon, we got contact to the rest of the world again. Amongst with theories of what happened, none of which make sense to me, three facts remained.

Number one: we’ve lost a lot of people, especially in high density city environments as the lack of food and transport really made the concrete jungles just… concrete. We have memorial services every Thursday now. Those in the area meet and we mourn. It’s nice.

Number two: the nuclear power plants obviously went under since there’s been no one to care for them. I don’t know how it works exactly but now a lot of land surrounding the nuclear plants is dead. Dead for us humans atleast, the mushrooms are having fun over there. As sad as it is, we lost a lot of people there too. More names to mourn.

Number 3: some areas have changed in different ways than expected. Söder has, for example, been painted wonderfully. Almost as if a human did it. Can you imagine? The entire world, everyone, get sent 50 years in the future. But not you. You’re left to live those 50 years. We haven’t found any of these people but we guess there’s been one in söder, one in Dalarna, one in Lapland. That’s just Sweden though, there’s been signs in Germany, Italy, India, France. Everywhere. But no one found alive. It must have been awful.

I farm now. I can’t really rely on a digital media education in the apocalypse, if you can even call it that. I’m writing this down in one of my book, we were lucky enough for our house to be newly built so while it is extremely dusty (and a bit mouldy) it is generally ok.

I try to keep up with the news, I’m much better at it now than what I was before it happened, but two years have passed. Nothing makes sense, none of the theories scientists have made make sense. All I know is that I should farm. Thinking too much about it just makes me nauseous, farming helps.

[transcript of book found in cave.]