Ugh. Note to self: don’t eat the cacti.
I’ll say it again, just to be absolutely sure of myself: DON’T EAT THE CACTI. SERIOUSLY.
It was stupid in the first place, eating any random plant that I can find. But why’d I immediately go for the one that screws you up?
I tried one a bit of a ways into my walk. Ate the whole thing in a few bites, and it was decently watery. A few hours later, I felt ready to throw up, I was cold and shivering, yet I was sweating at the same time, and I was feeling a bit numb.
Then things got WEIRD.
I started just not caring about how I was feeling or the trip I was on and began going whichever way I felt like, which changed every few seconds. Colors were weird, getting stronger and more intense. I felt weightless, like I could jump to the moon. And for some reason, I actually tried it a few times (yes, even though it was day). When I wasn’t doing that, I think I spent an hour staring at a rock marveling at how its dark blue color was almost exactly except not really in the slightest like Luna’s coat. It felt like it lasted for days, but based on the sun, it was “only” about eight or nine hours. And throughout the whole thing, I felt like I had just won the lottery and absolutely nothing could go wrong.
Then it wore off and I puked. I puked a lot.
So now I don’t know where I am in relation to where I was this morning, I feel terrible, and whatever was in there is probably doing terrible things to my insides and I’m going to die in a few days.
All because I ate a cactus.
Don’t eat the cacti.
They totally mess you up.
Don’t eat the cacti.
Seriously, don’t.
It’s the worst kind of crazy.
YOU WILL REGRET IT.
Am I seriously getting these things right on the first try, now?
Anyways, getting to non-cactus things: cold night, warm sleeping bag. Feel really hungry, so I’ll probably forage around a bit once I’m done writing here (not eating the cacti). Probably sticking to shrubs for now. Tent up as best I can make it. The night’s already so chilly it’s hard for me to write all this down. But I’m managing, obviously.
I’m still in the desert, but I can make out the lights of a town on the horizon. I’ll head that way. If I die, at least they’ll know what to do with my body. Can’t tell how far away they are, but it looks like three or four days.
Distant city lights;
Hope in the darkness of night.
How long far to their source?