The Weight of The Plains
A Narrative Experience
The End: The end does not allow for hope, but it demands presence.
The Desolation: The stars were silent witnesses to what man violated and to what nature was forced to erase.
The Swallowing: Where despair swallowed what was already lost.
Revelations 6:13: I fell like the stars did, unwanted, untimely, shaken loose by a wind that knew my name.
Heart River Haunting: The lights haunt. They taunt, reminding me of who I never was, and what I’ll now never become.
The Knowledge Lost: They call me a clean slate. But it came in broken, no caretaker, no teacher, just the echo of who I used to be, and a silence too heavy to name.
Grave Ghost Grove: I disappeared, and the trees did not forgive me.
Styx: Everything I once wanted, everything I once was, died here, and I did not weep.
In Flux: Time wouldn’t wait, and I was lost, no one knowing my name. So I moved arm by arm, leg by leg, to survive.
The Beginning: The plains pulled me back, to the land, to others, to myself.
I Ran but the Storm Still Found Me: Running only delayed the inevitable. The Plains do not run. They shape. So I turned to face it, and let it carve me, too.
Exploding Heart: Everything I buried broke open. Grief, wonder, anger, awe. They bled into the sky, and I didn’t look away.
Current Flow Caption: The past was an undertow,but I stopped swimming against it. I became the current. I became the wind and shaped the land.
Students, Open Your Textbooks CAPE: This is where I learned to breathe, to be free, to realize my Convective Available Potential Energy.
Galactic Flowering: I became. Not in spite of the darkness and isolation, but because of it.
Death's Release: Just beyond here, in the valley, the place I let it all die, is where I chose to live.