The words of one and many


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I can’t say how many days I have spent here, or if time can even be measured in a place such as the Backrooms. It feels like a long time. A very long time. I miss my life before this place. Still, I move on. The past cannot be returned to.

I write today because I am dying. I survived that cave, yet here, at the hands of some awful beast, is where I fall. Still, it is a very kind death. Though my body will cease to be, my soul will continue through whatever life is next in line. I am still human, but finality is absent in my death. I had wanted to start this journal earlier, but procrastination got the better of me. So I leave it to the Infinite Wanderer of the future to find and continue. I hope


It made it to me. This lady (Jane) —was— freaked out when she found me. She was expecting me to remember her but I just can’t. I’m sorry Jane. I just don’t work like that. I explained but she cried and I dunno how to handle that. I’m—hope— sure she’ll understand.

I’ve never been in the city level before. I think it’s the level that reminds me the most of home. Apparently it’s infinite. Infinite —is— makes me feel so small. I —don’t— wonder if I’ll live an infinite number of lives.

Why are people scared of me? There’s these scientists around but they panic when I get too close. They say they’re gonna catch “phenomenon 18 next” if I’m —cl— near them for too long. I don’t get it. I wanted to help but they wouldn’t let me. I don’t think they even see me as human.

Oh well. Life goes on.


I so so SO wish I was in the same situation as no name. I’m back on Level 11 and these megs will not leave me alone. I was on Level 25 before this and take me back please. It was so much qiueter there. Suddenly they don’t see me as a disease anymore and apparently that means they can ask every question under the sun. So many times now I’ve been told I’m holding something back and that all this research is going towards preventing people becoming like me. Obviously that hurts. It’s so important to them that humanity be protected from the ‘horrific Phenomenon 18’ that they can’t even believe me when I tell them I’m fine. They want me to write in this diary about being the ‘oh so mystical Infinite Wanderer’ but I’ve explained everything already. The food is so good though so maybe I can find something interesting.

I haven’t seen my sister in so long now. It’d be nice if the journey took me back to Earth but I doubt it will. I want to see her one last time at least. Tell her I’m happy and I’m so proud of her.

OK apparently this isn’t a personal diary so I have to give it back now until the “next Infinite Wanderer” (they really don’t listen) can use it. Until the next life! <~ Isla


I am the new Infinite Wanderer and I reveal it was a cult the whole time!!!!
That was just a stupid joke. Please do not put this in actual research. I was just making fun of that dumb theory you guys had.

Take this as my last observation on Phenomenon 18. I am not a mindless robot or a soulless body. I still have so much meaning as the Infinite Wanderer. Being realistic, I don’t think it is possible to truly understand what it is like to be me. I’m sorry that there isn’t more for me to reveal or anything that I can say which’ll magically change the direction of research into Phenomenon 18 and everyone celebrates. I don’t know about any destination or beginning. All I can report is that I am walking on a journey that only my body knows about and I am happy with who I am.

I’m joined by researcher Elias. He says it’d be good for research if he sticks by me so really I don’t see the point of me constantly updating this diary. I’ve spent so many days writing, it’s time for me to walk now. - Lucas


Was this journal ever used to guide research? Was the information revealed within sufficient enough to satisfy the curiosity that leads you? Is it not enough to conclude that your confusion cannot be cured? There are things that cannot be translated into words, thoughts that can never be mapped out with scribbles.

I apologise for the anti-climatic nature of it all. If I had more to offer, you would know of it. I don’t foresee an ending to this journey, nor do I really care to, if I’m writing honestly. I assure whoever is reading this that I do not tire of this journey and I am happy to walk it infinitely.

Thank you.


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I remember when I first arrived here, to the Backrooms, that is. I don’t know how long ago it was or if the time I’ve spent here is measurable at all. I don’t know all the fancy level numbers or database information or anything like that. It’s never concerned me, and I don’t see why it should. The scientific folk at the “Meg” gave me a journal to write in as documentation of myself as both the individual and the Infinite Wanderer. Truthfully, I’ve been so busy on whatever level this is that I’d forgotten this journal. I met a small group who were fascinated by my situation and decided to accompany me on my journey.

I write today because I am dying. Not I as the Infinite Wanderer, but I as Lee. I was somehow able to make it through that awful cave yet here, at the hands of some awful beast, is where I fall. I turn to this journal as an expression of finality that is absent in my death and the opening to an understanding that’s been oft refused. My friend promised to carry this journal with her in the hopes that it will cross my path again. I wish the best to everyone. <~ Lee


The journal has returned!! Somebody was asking around for the Infinite Wanderer and freaked out when I said that was me. It was rad at first being so famous but now I feel bad cause she’s crying. She said we met before She’s sad I don’t remember her even though there’s no way I could. Sorry Jane.

I’m in on Level 11 right now which is crazy cause I have nev (Infinite Wanderer for when the M.E.G. read this) have never been here before. There’s so many M.E.G. all around but they panic when they get near me. Aparrently Apparently if I stay too close, they’ll “catch Phemone Phenomenon 18 next” even though they want to know all about me. I just want to help them so bad.

I hope people like me eventually. <~ no name


I so so SO wish I was in the same situation as no name. I’m back on Level 11 and these megs will not leave me alone. I was on Level 25 before this and take me back please. It was so much qiueter there. Suddenly they don’t see me as a disease anymore and apparently that means they can ask every question under the sun. So many times now I’ve been told I’m holding something back and that all this research is going towards preventing people becoming like me. Obviously that hurts. It’s so important to them that humanity be protected from the ‘horrific Phenomenon 18’ that they can’t even believe me when I tell them I’m fine. They want me to write in this diary about being the ‘oh so mystical Infinite Wanderer’ but I’ve explained everything already. The food is so good though so maybe I can find something interesting.

I haven’t seen my sister in so long now. It’d be nice if the journey took me back to Earth but I doubt it will. I want to see her one last time at least. Tell her I’m happy and I’m so proud of her.

OK apparently this isn’t a personal diary so I have to give it back now until the “next Infinite Wanderer” (they really don’t listen) can use it. Until the next life! <~ Isla


I am the new Infinite Wanderer and I reveal it was a cult the whole time!!!!

That was just a stupid joke. Please do not put this in actual research. I was just making fun of that dumb theory you guys had.

Take this as my last observation on Phenomenon 18. I am not a mindless robot or a soulless body. I still have so much meaning as the Infinite Wanderer. Being realistic, I don’t think it is possible to truly understand what it is like to be me. I’m sorry that there isn’t more for me to reveal or anything that I can say which’ll magically change the direction of research into Phenomenon 18 and everyone celebrates. I don’t know about any destination or beginning. All I can report is that I am walking on a journey that only my body knows about and I am happy with who I am.

I’m joined by researcher Elias. He says it’d be good for research if he sticks by me so really I don’t see the point of me constantly updating this diary. I’ve spent so many days writing, it’s time for me to walk now. - Lucas


Was this journal ever used to guide research? Was the information revealed within sufficient enough to satisfy the curiosity that leads you? Is it not enough to conclude that your confusion cannot be cured? There are things that cannot be translated into words, thoughts that can never be mapped out with scribbles.

I apologise for the anti-climatic nature of it all. If I had more to offer, you would know of it. I don’t foresee an ending to this journey, nor do I really care to, if I’m writing honestly. I assure whoever is reading this that I do not tire of this journey and I am happy to walk it infinitely.

Thank you.


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