The isolation is real, folks. Day 4 and I'm still stuck in this cave. No human interaction, no fresh air, just me, my thoughts, and this keyboard.
I've started to lose track of time. I'm pretty sure I've been here for weeks, but the lack of windows makes it hard to tell.
The only thing that's keeping me sane is the occasional glimpse of a passing bird outside my makeshift window. It's like having a tiny, feathered therapist.
I've taken to talking to myself just to hear the sound of a human voice, even if it is my own.
