Noonish

Who am I?

What am I?

Where did I come from?

Where am I now?

How did I get here?

Why am I here?

Since my memory appears to be faulty, I will try to keep a record my time so that, in the event of additional memory loss, I can keep notes to remind myself of what discoveries I make. To my future self, this is what I know so far:

I awoke in the middle of a gorge, with a cliff to my back, wearing a black cloak with a hood and zipper, and a black jumpsuit underneath it. I located a cave hollowed out of the cliff face behind me, and have since inhabited it. There are no visible plants or animals, and I can hear nothing but the whistling of the wind. This area appears to be a desert region, but the temperature does seem to affect my physical performance, or cause perspiration. I have also felt no hunger or thirst in the last 12 hours, in defiance of all logical reason.

Evening(?)

Despite the complete and total absence of any other living thing, I cannot help but feel that I am being watched, and that what ever is doing so is dangerous. The sun appears to be setting, and soon the light will be to poor to write further. I do not dare risk sleep. In the morning, I must find a way to block the entrance to the cave.