I live outside central zone B-3. I think.
I spend most of my time swimming near the dam, collecting material, stuff, old electronics, books, more stuff, clothes, pictures, broken old stuff and more things. Later on I shoot movies and pictures with a portable camera that uncle gave to me.
I take pictures of these things. When I can, I also film them.
I won’t take everything back home. Uncle gets mad.
I’d rather not tell him about what happened yesterday.
Anyway, I don’t speak at all. He wouldn’t hear me.
Uncle says that I had a name, but he forgot. Ma and Pa gave me a name. Long before.
They just call me “the kid” nowadays.