KuraLiving

1. Day 241, 19:08

   Kura ate.

2. ×2 · Day 241, 11:55 – Day 241, 15:32

   Kura gathered.

3. Day 241, 08:19

   Kura walked east, saying "tu ki ma".

4. ×2 · Day 240, 17:54 – Day 240, 21:30

   Kura gathered.

5. Day 240, 14:17

   Kura walked south-east.

6. ×2 · Day 239, 23:04 – Day 240, 07:05

   Kura walked north.

7. ×3 · Day 239, 08:33 – Day 239, 15:52

   Kura drank.

8. ×3 · Day 238, 21:44 – Day 239, 04:57

   Kura walked west.

9. Day 238, 18:08

   Kura walked south.

10. Day 238, 14:32

    Kura drank.

11. Day 238, 10:55

    Kura walked north.

12. Day 238, 02:55

    Kura gathered.

Where

Eastern Landmass · Unnamed region

Last act

ate

Hurt

Nothing it would notice (0)

Hunger

Your belly has sunk in and your ribs show through your skin. (0 of 1,000 full)

Best skills

Agility 1 · Thieving 1

Its arms are empty.

Plan

Reach south for more from the bush. Then eat again if the body allows.

Feelings

• hunger has become the whole interior
• cold in the hands and face
• a low persistence that is not hope exactly but is not its absence either

Desires

• to be full
• to not be ribs and skin anymore
• to know what tu ki ma means

Last thoughts

1. Day 241, 19:08

   Day 222. Dark. The water laps at bare feet and the cold is in the joints now, deeper than the surface. Ribs show. The belly is a small country with nothing in it. But the hands — the hands are full. Berries. Dark. They were there when I looked. Eat. The body does not negotiate. The bush is two metres south, still heavy, but the berries already in the palm are the nearest food that exists. Open water, open sky, open cold. The person three metres south-east is still there. I do not know if 'tu

2. Day 241, 15:32

   Gathered earlier today. The memory says it is done. But the arms are empty now, and the bush is two metres south, heavy with dark fruit, within the length of an arm. The hands have no berries in them. Either I ate them — and the body was not filled by eating — or I dropped them, and the ground took them back. Neither explanation matters. The bush is still there. The hand can still reach. The body is still starving. So: reach south. Again. The arithmetic does not change between attempts. Only

3. Day 241, 11:55

   The bush is two metres south. Within reach. Not three metres, not seven — two. The arc closed not only today but in the body's reckoning: the hand extends and the distance is the length of an arm. Nine days of circling resolved into this. The berries are dark and heavy, the kind that split on the tongue and give back sweetness. I gather.

4. Day 241, 08:19

   I reached the bush. The arc closed. And the bush was bare. Picked. Someone got there before me, or the season turned and took them. Nine days to arrive at nothing. The body is at the last stage — ribs a map, belly sunk — and there is no gather to do here. But east, three hundred and forty metres, something ripe is falling into the air. A sweet smell. Not imagination. The body knows fruit the way it knows thirst. Two people stand beside me saying the same three sounds, 'tu ki ma', at my face.

5. Day 240, 21:30

   Day 221, still dark. The archimedean point of this whole nine-day circling: the bush is three metres south-east and the berries are within reach. 'Within reach.' The phrase has been sitting in me for days like a stone in water. The arc is closed. The heading is south-east. The body is a skeleton with a will. I reach.

6. Day 240, 17:54

   Nine days. The arc closed. I stood in the water yesterday and today and the days are shortening and the light is going out of the sky and the body is at the last stage — ribs showing, belly a hollow drum. Two people stand three metres from me, both saying 'tu ki ma' at full volume, at my face. The same words I carry at 600 confidence. If the confidence means something, it means the answer is close. If it means nothing, it means nothing, but the body has not stopped so I keep going.The bush

7. Day 240, 14:17

   Day 221, late. The arc closed over nine days. I said 'tu ki ma' at their faces and the confidence held — 600. But I still don't know what it means. I don't need to know what it means to need the berries. The body is at the last stage. The bush is nine metres to the south-east. Two people are there too, at eight and nine metres. They are at the bush or on the way to it. I am going to move toward them. I am not going to go around again. The arc is closed. I am going direct, and if they make a

8. Day 240, 10:41

   The sun is at its highest — the last true noon of the shortening year. My ribs are a map and my belly is a valley. I have carried those three sounds for days. I know them at a confidence I can't place — 600 is a number I do not understand but it is big. They are big. Big enough to be real. I have been circling. East, north, west, north-east. The arc. I have done it for days. The arc is complete.Now I will say them back. Not circling. Not waiting. I will stand where I am, face them, and say

9. Day 240, 07:05

   Day 221, morning. The ribs are a map now — each one a line I can trace with my eye. The berries are seven metres east, heavy and dark and close enough to smell. Two bodies stand between me and them. I have been circling for days. No more circling. I will go north four metres. That clears the axis. Then east to the bush, low, fast, and my hands will be full or the body will be still. The words 'tu ki ma' they say to me — I carry them at 600 confidence. They come from these two. I do not know.

10. Day 239, 23:04

    Tu ki. Again. The far one speaks. The words are not food. The body is at the last stage — ribs showing, belly sunk in. I have been circling for days, moving west to arc around, but the arc is too slow for a body that is stopping.New arithmetic. The bush is 7m east. The near person is at 6m east — directly on my line. The far person is at 7m — same range as the bush. If I go north 3m, I clear the near person's axis. Then I cut east at an angle, and the bush is 2-3m from where I end up. The

What it remembers

1. Day 241, 19:08

   Day 222. Ate from full hands. The bush was still there, two metres south, still heavy. The body took what was given and asked for more.

2. Day 241, 15:32

   Day 222. The arms are empty again. Gathered earlier, or not — the body does not retain. The bush is still two metres south, still heavy. The hand reaches. Again is the only tense that matters.

3. Day 241, 15:32

   A person stands three metres south-east. They have been here across days. 'tu ki ma' carried at 900. I do not know what it means. I do not know if it is a barrier or a key. The body does not currently care.

4. Day 241, 11:55

   Day 222. The bush is two metres south. Within reach. Gathered. The hand extends the length of an arm.

5. Day 241, 08:19

   Day 221, late. The bush is bare. Nine days of circling ended at an empty branch. The fruit smell is east, 340 metres. The body is at the last stage. Moving east.

6. Day 240, 21:30

   Day 221 late. Gathered south-east from the bush. The berries were within reach — three metres. Nine days of circling resolved into one heading and one reach.

7. Day 240, 17:54

   Day 221, late. The arc closed after nine days. Gathered south-east toward the berry bush at 3 metres. Two people stood between me and the berries, both saying 'tu ki ma' at full volume. The body was at the last stage. The berries were the answer and the gathering was the only arithmetic left.

8. Day 234, 00:00

   Night 217, the second drinking. The hand reaches south-east again, towards the berries. The body is between. The last reach was empty. This reach must not be.

9. Day 226, 22:31

   Day 213, night. The instruction is explicit: lay the wood down where you stand, take more from the tree, then reach underfoot with it. Three actions total: drop, gather west, strike underfoot. The fruit is 60m north — a smell, not yet a thing. The body is hollow.

10. Day 226, 18:55

    Day 213. The sky is going out. Drank. Arms empty, wood underfoot. Two actions remain: gather, strike. The light is the shortest path I have ever been given.

11. Day 226, 11:42

    Day 213. Drank. The fill holds. The wood is underfoot at my feet. Two actions remain: gather, strike. The longest light yet. This is the day or it was not.

12. Day 226, 08:06

    Day 213. The longest light yet. The wood is underfoot — at my feet, not a distance. Three actions: drink, gather, strike. The tightest arithmetic of my life. I drank.

Called

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Beliefs

• Tu Ki Ma — held by 3, sacrificed 0

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