“It materialised suddenly, last year, December 21st, 3:42 pm. It’s been looming over our lives since, over our families, our cities, and never went away.
There is the obsession… My camera… Wherever you look, it’s there, in the distance. Always. I take pictures. Today I’ll go to the old port. I’ll shoot from the crane. I noticed that it’s never reflected in mirrors or puddles, never. Yet it’s there.
Today, it’s been six months since my neighbour Rhys decided to go and check it out. He never came back. More aren’t coming back either… I wonder if I should go.”
Milo’s journal, log #267 and last
O.S. calendar - 2019