12.28.04 - 2:57 pm

it keeps getting worse.

fifty two thousand.

the island that father and i were on two years ago is now nothing but rubble and bodies. im wondering about sasha, the dive master who took us out diving the coastal reefs of the island. did he survive? what about the nice people working the hotel with the pool, the ones who laughed when i told them i knew how to say dog in thai.

that was the island i was going to move to after college. me and sasha. scuba diving with rich tourists.

fifty two thousand.