A journal has been discovered. That’s not news. Over the history of human literature it has been widely noted that journals have a tendency to be found from the oddest of places, by the oddest of people, once belonging to the oddest of adventurers, having the oddest of things written on them. In case of this mid-sized spiral bound journal, it turned out that it belonged to an anonymous traveler from the rainforests of a planet named Gobglobuladore.

The people who discovered it were a small crew of the ISJC, the Intentional Space Junk Collectors. Most part of the organization name is quite self explanatory. The reason they have the word ‘Intentional’ in the name is that they collect random garbage floating in the Space with the intention to sell them back on earth with ten to hundred times the proper price of the object. It is not hard to do so, you just have to add the word space before the thing you’re selling. For example, they recently sold a space pencil for a hundred and eighty US dollars, a mediocre space photo printer for five thousand bucks, one unused space tampon for five hundred. The old lady who bought the tampon is highly unlikely to used it, according to one of the crew members. “She just likes space stuff, and she is filthy rich. One of our regulars, she is” said the man.

We don’t know how much the ISJC crew got from the journal. They always avoided answering and kept changing topic whenever someone asked them that question. We suspect that the selling price was too low. Hell, they may even have given it away for free. How much is one tattered old spiral bound mid-sized totally used up notebook worth? Nada. So, how much is one tattered old spiral bound mid-sized totally used up space notebook worth? Nada, of course. We suspect that they never disclosed the selling price because they thought it’d hurt their reputation amongst the people.

As for the name of the planet the traveler wrote about, we honestly believe that it is completely made up. The name came from the journal alone, no one has ever heard of a planet named Gobglobuladore! It sounds like the planet Vonnegut made up, Tralfamadore. We are quite sure that the guy was traveling in some known planet and just made the name up because either he didn’t like the real name or didn’t know what it was called.

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For all we know, it can be Mars or Neptune or Kupleone or Applatoon – or any of the other known ones. Unfortunately, nothing in the writings of the journal narrows it down. 

The type of the contents vary with entries. Some of them are funny, some factual, some satirical and some are absolutely nonsense. Many of them are sort of dark and depressing in nature. The psychiatrists and psychologists are debating right now whether the man was bipolar or not. One thing they all agree about is that he was definitely high on something. None of the entries were dated, which makes us doubt that the journal was maintained for any analytical or scientific or any other noble record keeping purposes. Amateurish, unorganized and non-methodical would be a few words to describe it. 

Here is a dark excerpt from one of the last entries:

“Of all the things I’ve lost and going to lose, I desperately want only one thing back. I can do without recognition. I can do without the usual happiness, family, friends, care, delicacies, a bed, comfort, thick socks, security, promising future, money, job, respect, glasses, humor, sleeping pads, cooked food, bananas, love, promise of love, sex, haircut, showers, cologne, bows and arrows. I think I can do without the Carolyn Woe, the one that I thought, and felt, was mine. Also the rabbit that slipped my dagger yesterday. Yes, I can do without it too.

I can even do without a part of my mind.

What I really want back is the ability to appreciate beauty. The ability to wonder and wander the yonder.

Give that back to me. Give that back!” 

Yes, dark. And in places, it gets even darker. Creepy dark, weird dark, darkroom dark and even Sweeney Todd dark.

And a few entries before this he wrote about how he was almost ran over by Limousine and how it snatched the avocado from his hand and ran away with the fruit in its mouth. Limousine was the name he gave to the camel he found and was trying to pet in the rainforest - one of its kind.

Hilarious story, but some other time.