Day 20:
I think I've come down with a cold. I dunno… it certainly feels like I've come down with something. Maybe I'm just making something out of nothing. Not that it really matters, I'm going to die in here of something—I just don't know what yet. Every day the sun rises and falls; I'm losing track of all time. I honestly don't know how long I've been in here.
I looked down at my abdomen today and I nearly laughed as I saw a number of ribs poking out. I don't know why I thought it was funny—perhaps it was the irony: I was living in a penthouse in Eos, the most luxurious place in the entire world but I was going to die of hunger as though I had never left the slums of Ceres at all. If that wasn't the most ironic thing, then nothing ever would be.