LOVECRAFT COUNTRY (2020)
Stories are like people. Loving them doesn’t make them perfect. You just try and cherish them, overlook their flaws.
1883 (2021)
One trait all animals share, people included, is no matter where we are or where we wish to be, if we’re there longer than a day, we try to make a home of it. But the plains are not for home building. Not enough resources. No shelter. The plains are for vagabonds, wanderers, and cowboys. Their home is a saddle. The sky is their roof. The ground is their bed. What’s lacked in material comfort is regained in the knowledge that they are always home. To them, the journey is the destination. Should they find gold at the end of the rainbow, they would leave it there and seek another; choosing freedom over the burden of the pot. I haven’t thought once of Oregon. No dreams of the ocean or snow-covered mountains. I only dream of the journey. That is all. No gold for me. Just the rainbow.
There is a moment where your dreams and your memories merge together, and form a perfect world. That is Heaven. And each Heaven is unique. It is the world of you. The land is filled with all you hold dear and the sky is your imagination. My Heaven is filled with good horses and open plains and wild cattle and a man who loves me. It is always sunrise in my world… And there are no storms. I am the only lighting. I know death now. I’ve seen it. It had no fangs. It smiled at me. And it was beautiful.