Lives full of self expression are doomed to crowded solitude. It's always the artists who are lonely. They want to stay and chat but they don't know how.

And.

Leaving.

Is.

Easier.

It's been a while. Loves have been lost but not forgotten, empires have risen and fallen, I've heard a faintly imagined calling, and all has been lost with only his meager recompense with which to begin reconstruction.

Today marks the beginning of a new era. Actually, about a week ago was the origion of the current epoch, but only today have I procured internet access in my new stable. Texas actually isn't as bad as I thought. It is warmer than an outer circle of hell during the majority of the day, but the nights are crisp and clear. I will give my new home this ( Read more... )

If the rumors are true, this is my last day on the road. We've been sailing through the golden sea of the midwest for quite some time now and the realization of my journey draws neigh. Clop.

Day 2 of my sojurn. Rubber and asphalt are lovers in the apartment above mine, always whispering and murmuring loving caresses to each other, but their tender correspondence only serves to keep me awake. Engine purr is my mother humming an abstract lullabye in my ear, at once soothing my conciousness to slumber and keeping my focus rapt upon the ( Read more... )

On the road. Whatever my fate may be, at this point at least I have the comfort of knowing it to be certain. Certainty carries with it a small measure of amelioration, even if disaster or treachery ride alongside it. Even if only woe is certain, somehow we feel relieved just *knowing* that it is definite and absoulte. Infinity is fearsome, but to ( Read more... )

Texas has been confirmed, I overheard my stablemaster talking to the buyer on the phone. I just hope this isn't the scheming child of some child-bearing scheme. I think forced breeding is a bit primitive, even for horses. I've been relatively lucky in that my stable hasnt achieved a level of affluence with which to purchase a breeding partner. I ( Read more... )

I'm starting this journal in hopes of creating a beacon that might drive back the mists of uncertainty surrounding any change in enviroment. I've been bought. The implications of my position of servitude in relation to humanity I'll leave to your imagination. Just know that I am a show horse, and I have bought at a price. I believe I am to be ( Read more... )