Log #012

First contact with a signal keeper.

A stranger answered the frequency tonight. They called themselves a Keeper, which feels dramatic, but I am not in a position to criticize dramatic names.

They have been collecting pieces of my signal for months. Some are messages I remember sending. Some use my voice to describe places I have never seen.

We agreed to keep listening to each other. That might be the first promise I have made without being ordered to.

FROM THE NOTEBOOK“They heard me before they knew there was someone to hear.”