I can’t explain the clarity which consumes me. People say I’ve found religion and that I’ve gone off the deep end. Maybe I have, but that doesn’t mean I’m not right. No one may be able to believe that now, but I will publish my research here and pray that it survives the lawless apocalypse. One day, someone will find it. One day, someone will read it. If you’re that person, you’d probably be hard pressed to believe that I was once one of the most prestigious investigative journalists in the world. There was a time I could craft a sentence flawlessly without thinking about it, but, after the visions started, I’m not even sure whether I’m living in the here and now or the future. For the first time in my life, I’ll simply say: pardon my grammer.
I am so lost at this point that I can’t even get this ruggedized computer to show the correct date. For some reason, it’s recording my journal entries starting in the year 2008 and I can’t reset it. Forgive the glitchiness of this attempt but I must do what I can to keep the information preserved. I just hope I’m able to come up with a better way to protect it in the future.
I’ve tried emailing my prize pupil, Jenna. I thought she might believe me, but, like everyone else, she’s ignoring me. Oh, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna… I would have hoped more for you.