Individual Heart

There's often something lonesome about being in the city alone. Far as I'm concerned, there's nothing bad about that. There are calm considerations to calling your own company. At the sleepy Evergreen House, run by Dartmouth Heritage, I spoke about my adventures on abandoned roads as the sun sank low. By the time that everyone had headed for home, the last minutes of light were settled on the skyline. Clouds were breaking after a wild and rainy day, making room for howling wind — chilling down to swirling darkness. When I'm speaking to a crowd of folks about what's ostensibly historic, I often wonder if they're aware that the past is not what drives me. In a way, it's just set dressing for my desire to express the depth in solitude, and the empathic experience of an individual heart. Tricking an audience into artistic expression. I'm genuinely driven by storytelling, surely, and happy to share any true tales I come across. But the bottom of the well I'm digging is not to reach some dark and dingy history. It's in the hope of helping passionate players in the process of making their own.

 

November 4, 2025

Dartmouth, Nova Scotia

 

Year 18, Day 6568 of my daily journal.

 

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