THE NEVER ENDING NIGHT
Darkness, sun hiding, people using artificial light,
indoors, outdoors, penguins for company.
A few people manning the station.
Antarctica in winter,
temperatures well below zero,
all day, all night.
Lose your bearings, day or night,
it doesn't matter, check the 24 hour clock.
Working outside by moonlight,
by starlight, doing your chores.
Inside the station you still sleep,
eat, play games, do activities.
Contact outside by satellite,
can't get through in blizzards.
A handful of crew for company,
hope that you all get on, tough if you don't,
you are all together for the winter months,
Vitamin D, fruit, veges are necessary for your health.
Artificial light is not the same as sunlight.
Snow mobiles, skiing, no more huskies at base, all electric.
No pets, no supermarkets, no children,
not much left, just survival.
No signs of life.
I am alive
Or am I?
I must be alive
I feel pain
Physical pain from the cold
Emotional pain from the nothingness.
Is this some sort of purgatory?
That gap between death and whatever happens next
If indeed there is a next.
- Kate Jenkins
NUMB ICE FLOW
- Dylan Anderson
A NOTE HOME
The sun has set for the last time. I will not see it again for another six months.
This feels very strange and I am afraid. Will I go mad? So much darkness surely can`t be good for one?! Six days seems like an eternity. An eternity of darkness.
On further reflection, there is still much to explore in the dark. It will be an inward time of eating, sleeping, staying still, writing. Finding the limits and the freedoms within and hoping not to go mad in the process.
love from ____
To my loving wife,
This is my last diary entry
There is not enough food
And sombre is the mood.
If we are to survive
my dear wife,
it will be
My next step may help my crew
We are so cold we're turning blue.
These are my last words,
said with a forced smile.
"I'm going outside,
I may be a while."
- Phillip Porteous