The Drift Logs
Fragments of thought — echoes from the path between doubt and faith.
Entry #251026_zeman "Just_an_afternoon"
Under Fall’s Heaven,
we were just walking,
talking about silly little things.
We gazed at the crystal-clear sky
and the divinely painted leaves —
they were dancing in the wind.
Then she asked:
— What is your favourite colour?
— It’s October — I said.
— But that’s not a colour — she replied.
— Just look around, dear.
Maybe you’re right.
It’s a whole palette —
the memory of death and rebirth.
2025.10.26.
Entry by: Gabriel Zéman
Entry #2506918_sobieski “Fear_no_evil”
Now almost all the entries have disappeared. I must speak to the soryo. I will report everything. I would say I begin to feel fear—but no… King David faced far greater trials. War, betrayal, countless enemies… and yet, it was then he wrote his most radiant psalm:
“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for Thou art with me.”
All right. I go to reach the soryo.
2025.09.18.
Entry by: J. Sobieski
Entry #250826_krm “Lay_on_the_ground”
When you lay on the ground under a tree alone… And go silent… Earth starts to heal you… Soul and body.
2025.08.26.
Entry by: Krm
Entry #20250811_tang "This_temple"
When I woke up today, the morning felt heavier than usual. My sleep was shallow, my mind restless. For a moment, I thought about skipping training — just once, I told myself. But then I remembered why I do this.
It was never about the medals, the cheers, or the fleeting glow of victory. It was something deeper. As the soryo once said, “Your body is your temple. Keep it sacred, keep it strong.”
I still remember his terrible jokes — they made everyone groan — but when he spoke of duty and devotion, the air itself seemed to still. His words carried the weight of something eternal.
So I rose. Slowly, quietly, but with purpose. I train for health. I train for life.
Each breath, each strike, each stretch of muscle is part of the same vow:
To build this temple.
To guard its strength.
To walk the path — not for applause, but for harmony.
2025.08.11
Entry by: Bethanie C. Tang
Entry #250807_sobieski “System_anomalies"”
Szalenstwo! So many entries are missing… There were countless pieces of Asian poetry, delicate reflections of the soul. Explanations of the Torah, insights meant to guide. Miss Tang’s stoic thoughts, careful and precise… Where have they vanished? It vexes me greatly. I overheard mention of anomalies in the system a few days ago, but I believed them elsewhere, not within our own walls. Yet now it seems that order itself trembles beneath our feet. I must investigate. There is no other way.
2025.08.07.
Entry by: J. Sobieski
Entry #240610_krm “Face_challenges”
I'm all right with changes; adaptation is one thing I'm pretty good at. This skill is becoming more and more precious as our globe changes rapidly. I think it's time to sketch out plans for how one will face these challenges...
2024.06.10.
Entry by: Krm
Entry #230615_sobieski “The_storehouse”
The soryo bade me take a few of the brethren and set the storehouse in order. They are young, strong, full of fire… yet they grumble ceaselessly. Why have they come here, then? What did they expect? This is no summer camp. Szalenstwo. They might well be grateful that their petitions were granted at all. I, for my part, would have sent them away on the very first day, yet I hold no command here. Thanks be to God. I have labored long in such duties, yet still the burden presses upon me. And these lads… they need us. They seek guidance. This world is too sick, too fractured. Guidance, at times, demands the iron of strict rules; this, they call discipline. Karnosc. And yet, by God’s grace, the storehouse is set in order… seven hours’ toil, and it stands complete.
2023.06.15.
Entry by: J. Sobieski
Entry #230612_zeman “Meeting_Miss_Tang”
I met another martial artist today, Miss Tang. She’s strong, and sharp-minded too. We talked about working together. Aw… someone might be jealous at home… but actually, it’s only a remote collaboration, so it’s fine. Still, it feels great.
2023.06.12.
Entry by: Gabriel Zéman
Entry #220704_zeman “BOOT_CAMP”
From 9 a.m. until afternoon, it was all standing in line, paperwork, drug test, food distribution, and clothing issue at the barracks in the capital.
In the afternoon, we set off toward our destination. After arrival, the platoons, squads, and quarters were formed. There will be three platoons in total. I am in the 3rd squad of the 2nd platoon. And the ensign who seemed sympathetic became our platoon leader.
This is Bravo Platoon! My quarters are in room 213.
Evening: dinner, a thirty-second shower, room cleaning, and inspection. The ensign is very loud and strict, but somehow likable. One of the instructors looks exactly like one of my friends, but he’s rather unpleasant. The commander, however, is the most humane person in this whole madhouse.
Lights out. I could have cried — I missed my family so much. I can hardly fall asleep tonight. I’d go home tomorrow if I could…
There’s almost no cell reception anywhere in the compound; I could barely talk for a few minutes.
I’m praying to make it through this in one piece.
2022.07.04.
Entry by: Gabriel Zéman