kaydune

[kaydune]

journal entry 001

02.14.2052

hello. my name is kay dune. i have decided to start this journal to ease my mind and provide myself some sort of comfort. life in the lower levels is one of anguish, yet we carry on. what else is there to do?

the flooding has become more frequent. one mayoral candidate claims that flood barriers will be installed if he is elected, but after living in the lower levels, you understand that it’s all talk to win some bullshit election. 

how could i forget? it’s valentine’s day. another day corporations like Malux Industries can capitalize off human emotion. all day i saw advertisements. from the giant holoboards walking through old manhattan to the simple escape of the Fountain, every aspect of our lives are filled with these god awful advertisements.

im tired. im running low on food, but who isn’t. well...the higher levels aren’t but what can we do. i’ve heard about a nearby group of people in the community coming together to grow a garden, but i don’t know how that will work. i don’t know how they managed to get their hand on seeds. plus, the rain in the city is borderline poison. there’s a reason we’ve resorted to the pellets. my generation still holds some sort optimism, but i’ve grown up. 

people say i act older than my age. im 22. im usually quiet. i know my place and will speak if needed. i live alone. my mother died a few years ago from the virus of ‘47. luckily, those dark years are behind us. the world has changed a lot throughout my life. it feels as though i’ve lived many lifetimes. 

the last decade was a time of major change. the pandemic, the rising sea levels, the immigration crisis of ‘42, the extinction of many animals i learned when i was a child, multiple economic crises, the start of the water wars. the list goes on. although so much is occurring in the world, i feel like mine is static. i scrap enough money to survive, but am i actually living? 

- kd