The Root of All Evil
Looking up from my black Moleskine notebook, I can't remember where I am. Not that anyone told me in the first place. For the last fifteen years, I've been in and out of various submarines studying and searching for remains of sunken vessels. The notebook is what keeps me in check. Days at a time with no sunlight can impair the mind, but the notebook steers me straight. I know what day it is, what month, what year, what time... all of the things that keep a person grounded. Heavens no, I'm not alone on this vessel. I just don't trust the people on board. We don't know each other and we don't want to.
