May the 27th


There is something more in the box, I think. I see things at the corner of my eyes and when I turn my head to look, nothing is there.

I was sent here because the organization I work for had heard of strange accounts in the desert. There have always been UFO nuts that congregate at the latest spot. Radios with signals that don’t make sense, voices on the wind, figures and shapes in the dust, strange mechanics on the ground, trash pits that are invisible ten yards away.

These things don’t make sense in an ordered society. Why have they been allowed to stay? They are nothing but remnants of civilization no one has bothered to destroy.

I saw the lights again last night and my thoughts are no longer making sense.

orange.      blue.      five.      star.

I think I’m going crazy.

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