One Thousand Days One thousand days lost at sea.
One thousand days spent bandied about by the indifferent surge of the tides, steering by the billion-year-old light of long worn-out stars.
One thousand days spent without another living soul.
One thousand days, or maybe more. Probably more.
I am driven forward by that most malicious of fallacies, the sheer lie of legacy. Braver men than I have perished in their quest for the unattainable. Seeking immortality, whether real or mythical, (though either conception of immortality is pure myth in itself,) they reach for that which they know can never truly be theirs. For that which, perhaps, does not even exist. Better men. Smarter men. Stronger men.
But we feel it in our hearts.
We seek it because we know that it must be real, or rather, because we simply cannot accept the