Family

 My uncle shared with me this story of his childhood:

"When I was twelve, I got my first job working at a circus. I went to work every day wearing my pink bunny shirt. I never knew what to expect, sometimes I was the meek boy hiding behind the elephants, watching the oceans of strangers crashing through my home; sometimes I was King David amongst the Israelites, dancing about my tasks with a transcendent awareness of only myself. Songs were sung of me, feats accomplished by me. I arm-danced a giant and won; I out-burned the fire-tamer; I out-performed the magician. That was the summer of my youth and strength.

Alas, all summers end.

The government caught wind of my might and swooped in. A large man in large shoes addressed me with a sneer upon his mouth:
                                           "I am from the government!" he cried, "You are illegally mighty, only the government can be this mighty! As punishment for your contraband power we will imprison your dirty circus brethren and leave you to think upon your misdeeds in isolation from all you love."

And so my circus family was taken from me, and I was left to wander the wilderness of Canada for years before a friendly Lion-Farmer found me and cared for me. I lived with him for 3 years. Many a great adventures took place, but after the three years was over I decided to return to the world."


I'm not quite sure why my uncle deemed me worthy to inherit this story of his greatness, but I will cherish this knowledge.

Infinitely Precious

Today in Ap Lang I made several girls cry when I read an essay I wrote. The essay had to be about an infinitely precious memory. Here is what I wrote:


Infinitely precious. What is infinitely precious to me? To answer this
I must re-write a song as old as the human race, one that dates back
to the Garden. The lyrics are ever-changing but the theme is the same.
The melody, beautiful and true. The theme: a young man loves a young
woman. Whether fickle or foolish or fleeting; he loves her.

I too have joined in this ancient beautiful melody, adding my own
variation mind you. I too have a love for a girl. A strong and sweet,
a moving and melancholy love for a young lady. She's the Dulcinea to
my Don Quixote. Alas, I can not tell the future, better this way it
is, but for now my love for her is true solid, and grounded. I will
fight with all I am to keep it that way.

I know I am supposed to write about a singular memory, but to fragment
her like that is heinous in its conception. For how could I, in a
single written memory, capture someone  beloved in infinence. I simply
can not bring myself to tear her into bits like that. I shall not
fragment her like Voldemort's horcruxed-soul. Instead I can only
provide you meager glimpses at the radiance that is She; for even my
words do not do her justice, nor would they if I spoke as eloquent and
silver as Shakespeare himself.

Though she is infinitely precious to me; I, being human, can only
simply inform you of my imperfect love for her.

Running

I'm always running. In a way that transcends physical boundaries.What I'm running from: I'm not sure. Can't stop though.

Future Career.

I've decided that once I graduate high school I'll go to college and work towards my goal of becoming Autumn. Yes Autumn the season. I will be the blowing winds. The falling rain, warm and cold. The crunch of leaves. The need for sweaters.The color orange. The Greek letter Delta: change. The echoing woods. The well worn path.
The fattened squirrels.

Yes I shall become the season of Autumn. Scoff all you wish, tsk all you want; I'm a man whose bones are made of tall-tales, whose skin is woven of fables, and whose heart pumps legends instead of blood. Why can I not transcend these human limitations to become a legendary idea of a man?

So ye who say me nay, ye shall not that mindset mantain. I will keep running with the wind until I become it. I will keep leaping from the trees and skies with the leaves and rain. I will keep wearing sweaters. I will multiply my creativity to rival even that of oranges. I will keep promoting change and transition so that you never fall into a rut. I will silence my own voice to invite yours. I will keep guiding you home. I will keep eating.

I. Am. Autumn.

-The Goat and the Sea. 

     a.k.a. Autumn.

Tiger

Yesterday I started creating a chicken wire, cardboard, and paper mache  tiger based off of the tiger Richard Parker from Life of Pi. It currently looks like a chicken wire bear....It needs work, but I shall post pictures when I am finished.

Sometimes

Sometimes a person just needs to blog.... Well not really, but if they did it might look something like this. My name is Dylan Kerfoot.
Pleased to meet you.
This is my blog.
That's all for now.