Not alone, but....

I met another person here.
She didn't want to say her name, but she told me I could call her Ra, like the egyptian god, neat I suppose.
She gave me some food...finally people food. Ive been eating berries for weeks now.
Fake!Me is still the in the real world according to Memphis. Ra explained to me that Fake!Memphis is a creature called None, a hive mind of copied personas, which would also explain not!me.
Ra told me stories of the misery-makers.
I....Im so confused and scared.
At least Im not alone anymore.

It's been awhile, huh?

I've been too busy with my job to update this recently and Poet is writing non-stop. For the first time I could ever really gotten here Poet seems to be lot more active. Which is a little odd. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that she seems to be happier but it's so unlike her.

Anyway enough of my damn rambling, you guys probably want to hear something interesting. Or in the case of this story goddamn creepy. You see a private investigator (he didn't tell me his name) moved into our apartment and has been going around random questions. He decided to move onto me and "interviewed" me.

"Excuse me Mister Morrow was it?"

"Yeah that's me..."

"Good, good. Can you please tell me if you have seen a woman without irises?"

"What? I don't know who you're talking about so no I haven't"

"Hmm... She should have been here by now..."

He then started to right in a journal labelled "The Guardians of Wonderland" and walked off...

Yep there are a lot of crazy people in this city.

FUCK

Alright, I'm not sure what is happening. Memphis explains in his last post that I'm apparently fine.
Do these posts I'm making just don't manage to get to Memphis from whereever I am? Or is it that Memphis specifically doesn't manage to see my posts. Either way that is the least of my worries.
I walked around the city and the fake Memphis was the only person there, the rest of the city is empty.
The fake Memphis followed me for the first few days, but then wandered off.
He didn't talk, like at all.
I...I don't think I can take this. It's almost the same as I felt back when Memphis was in the war.
I feel so benumbed.

She's safe

I'm so goddamn happy right now! You see a few days ago Poet's mom came to me asking where the Poet was. I was confused at first since I was pretty sure she was at a meeting with Robert. Then Poet's mom said she she never heard of anyone called Robert.

I called the police and they couldn't find Robert or Poet anywhere in his office building. I expected the worst when Poet was found wandering in the woods with Robert. According to her she has been wanting to use fictionalized versions of the areas in the city for her new book, so Robert drove her around from location to location.

Part of me wants to yell at Poet for being so selfish and not telling anyone before she left but I'm too happy to see her safe that I don't care.

HELP!

I feel so alone. Memphis is here but ... it's not Memphis. I've been walking around the city in the hopes of running into someone familiar, so far no luck.
This place feels uncomfortable, this isn't my home town.
Where am I?