![]() She has a sense that she knows what she's going to find but somehow has forgotten. She approaches the deep and ominous cave wondering who or what is calling her. it's as if the universe is punishing her for squandering her gifts. that unlike other people they are capable of accessing other thoughts, worlds and ideas from otherworldly realms. She once heard someone say that today's shamans are our artists, authors and musicians. She knows she's always sensed and felt things others couldn't. She closes her eyes and feels that her mind's playing tricks on her. She stands and stares at the cave and sees. She focuses for a moment and realises the melody is echoing out from the cave. Even when she stops strumming her guitar the melody continues as though with a life of its own coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Kate screams in the lonely, desolate forest! She wants that tune out of her head. She closes her eyes and opens them again and the symbol is gone. pulsing like the heartbeat of some primordial, ancient thing. Not this perverted version of a thing that has her strumming the loneliest and darkest tune she ever conceived. now she's performed more fluff than substance and the guilt alone may have crushed her muse. She was like that at some point in her life. ![]() Everything he wrote was true to who he was. One of her inspirations was the great Woody Guthrie. Instead she squandered her life's energy on. More than anything she wishes she had taken some time to realign herself and make sure she was spending her life's energy on something real and true to who she was. Three hours and still nothing but that foreboding melody. She closes her eyes and peels away the layers until her mind is empty and open to the great unknown. She's never felt so false and uninspired in her life, and more than ever she wants to reconnect with her music. She was hearing more songs in her head than she could play in a lifetime. Her muse didn't seem to be going anywhere. It's seemed like a ridiculous thing to say. She laughed when her mother first told her this. Playing songs for money despite the warning: play one song for money and kill your muse. Music that doesn't even resonate with her. She's been out of touch with herself for a while, lost in a game to please everyone else except herself, playing songs that don't come from her but are sure to please the masses. To let go of everything and listen to her muse. To take in the scent of fresh pine and let go of her conscious self. That's why she returns to the forest time and time again. Memories & Logs Kate Denson: Back to Zero Memory 3221 2.3 Dwight Fairfield: A Story By Any Other Name.
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