Intro - Vanic

As I set down these notes on paper, I’m obsessed by the thought that I may be

the last living man on earth

My wife, colleagues, my students, my books, my world, where are they?

Did they ever exist?

Am I Richard Pearson?

What day is it?

Do days exist?

Exhausted by terror I fall

asleep

Two days I wander in a vague northerly direction through a desolate world.

Finally I notice a living creature

I’m just getting warm

I’m just getting warm