This is the 46th installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning.
If you like tuna and tomato sauce, try combining the two. It’s really not as bad as it sounds. You just mix it up, and voila: a disgusting medley that will do a perfectly fine job of keeping you alive. The first time I tried it, I thought I’d rather let myself starve, but now, I’m fine with it. You acclimate—if you want to survive.
To be totally honest, I’m not sure what I’m surviving for. I’m not even sure why I’m writing this; there’s no one around to read it. But we do these things, don’t we? Humans, I mean. We survive, and then we talk about it. We’ve done that for millennia, and we’ll keep doing it until we wipe ourselves off the planet.
Or, I guess, until we finish the job.
I haven’t seen another person since I arrived here three weeks ago, but I know I’m not the only one. My pepper shaker didn’t just walk away on its own; someone took it—and I’m going to get it back.
Pepper goes better with tuna than tomato sauce.