Day 1

I write this in the hopes that it may be found by another believer, or at the very least, that I turn out to be deluded and that someone will know my story. Or at least, what I believed my story to be. My name is Bruce Wright. I come from Santa Fe, New Mexico, the United States of America, Earth. I do not know where I am, but it is not of this world. I had been on a trip to New York City, where I had exited a building, and suddenly, found that every street was empty. Upon reentering the door, I found the interior of the building had been rearranged entirely. And similarly, everywhere within this "city" seems to change periodically. If this seems confusing, and believe me, it is, may I explain that I believe that this is the work of extraterrestrials. They seem to be performing a test on me, most likely to see how humans react to isolation. They have given me a strange device, with a pad of letters to type into a glowing screen. Exactly what goal in mind they have I do not know, but I will attempt to update this journal as frequently as possible. Until then, this is the end of this entry. I shall attempt to find my way through this tunnel system I am currently lost in.

- Bruce Wright