Written By Scarlett
Aug. 23, 2020, 8:36 p.m.(11/22/1013 AR)
I have had a vision, a dream... a dream of a beautiful place where there is always music in the air and trade and discourse flow like a waterfall, coming down the mountains. Or what I imagine it looks like. I have never seen one.
Written By Scarlett
May 31, 2020, 6:42 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)
The market board is like a leaden bell of doom. The weight of time and the inevitable actions of accumulation and compounded interest stand before me and I feel like the difference between sandstone and packed wet sand at the seashore. Oh, fortune; oh fate.
But yet.
I have come this far. I have come this far and this high by the fortune of the favor of the wise and the caring without whom I could have never flown so high, never worn anything so fine. Today perhaps I will sit in my slowly decaying memorance of wonderful things and I will carve out toys to distract children beget by indifferent parents and left to scrabble and complain and in time beget their own indifferent ones. Today I will carve that wood because I must and because I know to spend your principal is foolish.
But may the gods be my witness, I will live through this. This whirlpool, this slaughterhouse of a market, they're not going to axe me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to --
But yet.
I have come this far. I have come this far and this high by the fortune of the favor of the wise and the caring without whom I could have never flown so high, never worn anything so fine. Today perhaps I will sit in my slowly decaying memorance of wonderful things and I will carve out toys to distract children beget by indifferent parents and left to scrabble and complain and in time beget their own indifferent ones. Today I will carve that wood because I must and because I know to spend your principal is foolish.
But may the gods be my witness, I will live through this. This whirlpool, this slaughterhouse of a market, they're not going to axe me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to --
Written By Scarlett
May 17, 2020, 1:51 a.m.(4/21/1013 AR)
I want all of you to know that I had nothing to do with any of this.
Written By Scarlett
May 11, 2020, 5:18 p.m.(4/10/1013 AR)
Once again I place my faith in this most beautiful of metals. Oh, is there an entire mine of this somewhere beyond the stars? Somewhere where I can travel? I almost hate to sell it, but at least I know that it will go only to those who have true appreciation.
Or at least, a willingness to pay.
If history shows I am ruined let it not show that I went down easily. Let my fortune grow, like the stars on a moonless night!
Please.
Or at least, a willingness to pay.
If history shows I am ruined let it not show that I went down easily. Let my fortune grow, like the stars on a moonless night!
Please.
Written By Scarlett
April 26, 2020, 2:32 a.m.(3/7/1013 AR)
DESPAIR!
DESTRUCTION!
POVERTY!
RUIN!
THE WHIRLPOOL SUCKS OUR PROSPERITY TO A WATERY GRAVE!
ONLY STAR IRON CAN HOLD MY TRUST
I AM NOT ON DUST I HAVE HAD BUT TWO STIFF DRINKS AND ONE EGG TO BOLSTER MY STOMACH IN THIS TRYING TIME
DESTRUCTION!
POVERTY!
RUIN!
THE WHIRLPOOL SUCKS OUR PROSPERITY TO A WATERY GRAVE!
ONLY STAR IRON CAN HOLD MY TRUST
I AM NOT ON DUST I HAVE HAD BUT TWO STIFF DRINKS AND ONE EGG TO BOLSTER MY STOMACH IN THIS TRYING TIME
Written By Scarlett
April 5, 2020, 9:49 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
It's funny how beautiful these nails are. I don't even feel the glue I had to use to put them on. They're ever so much nicer than those little lye-burnt nubbins I had had thanks to all that ash hauling I had to do. I wish they could be forever, but I suppose I have the advantage of flexibility, now.
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