Captain's Log, Lost Cove, August 16th 1898

It feels like the last days of summer, the winds are coming in from the east and slowly crawls up my spine. I've been at the Lost Cove for almost a month, feels like I've had my fair share of booze and women so I guess it's time to move again. I'm starting to forget why I did this journey in the first place, I guess I was looking for some kind of purpose. So where am I today? And who am I? I can't say that things have straightened out and gotten clearer or more meaningful. What am I in all this? The emptiness I felt is still quite empty and my direction is still clouded. What I do know is that the past has already been, the future is not yet here so the present is all there is.