JABBERWOCK ISLAND ENTRY 1 Friday, may 13. I sit on the sand watching the sun kiss the horizon of the never ending sea. This island was created between the dark and light. Russian roulette intertwined with the stains of betrayal while it lays inside a cocoon of despair. This was what it felt to be stripped of all safety nets and forced to look at the disgusting truth of humanity. It felt like my mission to save this world, to defeat this injustice. I have to PUSH MYSELF to bring this little group into hope. I expect myself to bring light to the table, to keep the lights on. That way I can see who's at the table. who's DEALING the cards.