Food and water supplies are low, and the more I stare into the desert, the more it seems to stare back. Today, I had to stop my camel so I could dig a whole in the sand where I believed to see a copy of the new Streetlight Manifesto album. It was a mere mirage, and after an hour of digging I had yet to feel any kind of disappointment; I felt a vacant, hollow whistle slither through my soul. I feel nothing. I am aware I may die soon, but I do not cry. I only pray that I might hear the new album before I decay into this wasteland.