Dear Diary,
I do not know how to start. But I am a man from 2022. I do not know how I ended up in 1st January 1960, and neither do I know why. This notebook was clutched in my hands, a pen in my other.
I woke up on the streets to your face.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary Of The Us No One Will Know Of
Historical FictionI don't wish to forget you... so I wrote 'us' in this book
