A Journal Entry

"Day 477 in the year of our Lord, 2019. I feel as if time has been frozen for oh so long. We sent our oldest daughter Muriel out to the markets a fortnight ago, and alas, we fear she may be lost to the slavers, cannibals, or other predatory groups that stake claims along the trails leading into the city. As the fire dwindles and the night grows cold, the same question repeats itself in my mind: 'Why can't I just go out to get my hair cut?' "