In two thousand and fourteen we all traveled 93 million miles around our sun. This is the equivalent of circling the globe 3,735 times, or once every 2 hours and 21 minutes. If I am extremely lucky, I will only get to make that journey another 47 times. This report serves as a record of a single journey. It represents the good and the bad, the happy and the sad, the accomplished and the lost times of my year. I have not drawn conclusions here, I leave that to you. I have kept my conclusions for myself.
Without further delay, I present 8,760 hours of my life.
Monkey begins on the island. His Island.
From horizon to horizon the Monkey sees nothing but the oceans of water below and stars above. He is alone in his universe. The Monkey is given no how, no why, for the Island provides all that Monkey needs and Monkey does not need questions. There is shelter for the storm, fire for the cold, water for the thirst, and food for the hunger...