Journal - Expedition 38 - Yellow Harvest

Exp38-Genevieve
We buried Patrick near the lake, so he could be close to water. I know he really missed the aquafarm and his floating gardens.
Pierre-Oscar thinks it’s a waste of time to update these journals, but I find it strangely comforting. I suppose, at its core, it’s a record that we existed. That we still exist.
The Gommage is coming, but I feel at peace. It’s just the two of us, but we’ve managed to carve out a tiny sliver of a life of our own.
I should feel guilty, maybe, for abandoning the mission. But I don’t.
I’m just glad that when Tomorrow comes, it’ll be Pierre-Oscar at my side. Until the end.