Desert Lurker

I chose the desert as my realm because there aren't any mosquitos… I think. I am yet to find out officially. 

As such my story will just be written, a kind of come what may and bring the bug spray epic, or classified. It really depends how inspired one might be. 

This here part might can probably be considered a loose journal entry since I am tired and I am skin is hot but my body is cold. Likely from the combination of dehydration and the cold desert evenings. 

Fortunately so far still no mozzies. 

The other reason I chose the desert is because no one has ever returned from the desert, and I don't think it is for any dire reasons really. I think they either just crossed the desert and went on their merry way not to return to their small villages. 

Those things obviously lead to stories, that the desert will take all eventually. With how I feel now, my stomach reminding me of the aching hunger I also have as I write this semi optimistic possibly obituary. It is easy to wonder why I might not agree wholeheartedly with the desert being  the end of all who enter. 

It is not that I don't agree or do… It is that I don't know, and if I die from the elements here, then I still don't know. Odds do seem to tilt in the favour of the desert being something none return from but then you always have to consider the prep of the one who did not return. 

Did they find their way? Did they plan like a mouse in a fire? 

Pertinent questions I say, so the only definitive answer would be if I live and do find the heart of the desert and then do cross it and return. Then I know the answer is yes you  can, till then it is just possibly the other guy was an idiot.

Who knows maybe the wind mites will find my notes along the way and spread my journey and others might attempt the same, or maybe better  those who never returned are finally found.