Where I Live

I live in a glacier in upper Alaska. It’s called Cullen Glacier. It’s on Brooks peninsula. That’s just coincidence. I carved out a space in the glacier the size of a studio apartment. I made a bed of Do Do feathers. It’s a prehistoric bird that I found buried in the ice.

The first two weeks living in the glacier was hard. I felt lonesome. I was surprised because I was certain I didn’t like people. I would cry myself to sleep at night and then have to spend a long time in the morning thawing off the ice from my face. But then one day a park ranger came by and fined me for not having the proper park permits and I was okay about being alone again.