It just doesn’t get any worse than this. Pressing against the invisible wall separating me from the cool blue water. It’s a force field of sorts. It has some unusual properties I’ve never seen. It is almost unyielding, rigid. Yet it must have the exact density as the air around else it would be at least somewhat visible, at least, that’s what I figure. No matter which way I walk, it’s there, and I’ve never seen anything resembling a corner or a tighter curve. It’s a fence that surrounds me, that much is clear. It is roughly circular with a diameter of about ten thousand paces north to south, nighty-five east to west. If you’re standing very far away from the fence, and the sun, weather and temperature are just right, you can see the field a bit and note the height of it against the horizon. It has a bit of a blue tinge to it, and shimmers like hot pavement on a sunny day. But because I have to view it from so far away, it is difficult to tell exactly how high it is. I guesstimated it was about five hundred feet tall but I could be off by a bunch. Still, not something you could throw a line over, unless you had some sort of cannon or whatnot.

My resources are plenty. I’ve a whole automotive junkyard at my disposal. Some real classics in there. Most rusted beyond recognition of the exact make and model. There’s about three water holes. All of them have the nastiest sulfur aftertaste. Almost unbearable to drink or even bathe in. Nothing to do about that but bitch. And dream of diving in the cool clean blue water sitting just on the other side of my fence. Oh, resources. Yea, well food is no real problem either. Lot’s of rats and the occasional snake. Beatles make pretty good snacks. The secret’s in the cooking. No, really! As long as the Bic holds out, I’m staying fat.

The highest point within the perimeter is something close to it’s center. I can see the totality of the fence that surrounds me and none of it looks much farther away than the opposite side of it. The altitude of the north side appears to be slightly greater than the south, but the sloop is gently and smooth. From west to east the perimeter dips just a tad around the circumference, peaking at the very high point I’m describing. From this point I can see the trees and landscape to which I’m captive. Every sort of tree and plant you could imagine.