You're probably wondering...

You're probably wondering who I am. What my deal is.

I'm not sure who I am.

It's probably amnesia, but ever since I woke up on the island, I can't really remember anything except the most abstract of concepts. I understand that I probably have a home, and that the people who are probably there are probably missing me. I'm probably a person.

But what are the qualifiers? I've probably described enough about the forest and the rocky island and my surroundings that you probably think I've got a handle on things, but it's all just words. I remember the concept of forest, and the concept of island, the concept of rock. I remember the concept of Maine as a place, but it could probably be anywhere.

Everything looks shades of gray. Everything weighs like empty.

I'm probably just going crazy.