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February 16, 2008
Thereís no escaping the ants. The bloody omnipresent ants. I brush them from the mouthpiece when I pick up the phone; I smash them against the keys as I type.

Iím no coward. I have no problem with darkness or the inhabitants thereof. But these moonless nights will mess with your mind.

Two miles of antenna field between myself and the nearest human. Two black miles through waist-high grasses, lit only by the aircraft warning lights atop the tallest towers. Among the grasses live wild pigs, feral cats and little owls. None of these bother me in the least...