Tuesday, July 21, 2015
The Mars Journals
My name is Grace, daughter of Cole. I write this down, - actually write this my hand feels strange on the pen awkwardly scratching across the paper - so that there may be some record of what I saw...but on such an impermanent, insignificant sketchbook am I secretly hoping this too will be lost? I've lost too many things already. But it has also been a time of great wonders and happiness. I guess that's what this record is, my attempt to make sense of a very eventful eighteen months. Maria would know what to say, but Maria is gone. Marcus would lie, but Marcus is gone. I cannot talk to Omri, at least not yet. And Chloe is off being a secret agent. So I'm afraid dear reader, you're stuck with me.