this morning #2308.

this morning, he wandered about the grounds of their supposed utopia. green grass as far as the eye can see, from the main house all the way down to the lake. it seemed like everything was finally coming together. when they moved up here in early spring, he had his doubts. didn’t share his concerns with the rest of the group though. now that this place seems to be running like a well-oiled machine, he’s decided to keep his mouth shut. guilt about obscuring his true feelings from the group be damned. no need to dwell. that skepticism’s a thing of the past. he did have to wonder though—given that they’re less than a year into this noble experiment—how long can they possibly keep this bliss going? gave it a lot of thought. THAT new skepticism would now rule the day.