Long Forgotten Memories

2011/09/05

A small spell of banishment never harmed anyone. At least, I don’t feel harmed. Of that, only time will tell.

Equestria has changed so much since I last gazed on its beauty. I hardly recognize my home. I have seen so many wonderful things since my exile, but nothing so beautiful as the place of my youth.

Enough reminiscing, however. There’s much work to be done. I find it unlikely all of my equipment or libraries have been destroyed since I left. I must salvage what I can.

-W

2011/09/06

A few of the caches I’ve searched have been left untouched. Some of the more useful equipment is salvageable. Others, well…  It will take some time before I can start asking important questions again. Even longer if, in my absence, the machinations of time and rust have caused subtle damage to my creations.

That being said, good science is driven by patience, persistence, a small sprinkling of genius. It is primarily the blood, the sweat, and the tears that pushes one through complete darkness, stumbling onto the rare happy discoveries that dimly light the way. I will persevere, now, as before. I’ve not waited this long to start anew by throwing in the proverbial towel.

I am tired, however. I’m not as young a colt as I used to be. I must sleep now. I can barely keep my eyes open.

-W

2011/09/06

I overslept this morning. Perhaps it was the fresh hay or the cool night air, but for the first time in recent memory, I slept. There were dreams of course. Echoes of memories rekindled, I think, by my return home. It’s surprising how easily everything came back to me. Ponies, places, events from way back when.

But, none of that exists anymore. Lost in the sands of time, I imagine.

Enough waxing poetic about my lost home, though. I’ve made good progress in making a temporary home. Once I’m done here, I’ll see about finding something to eat. I think there’s an apple orchard nearby. I’m sure the owner won’t mind losing a few apples to a somewhat homeless, old pony.

-W

2011/09/06

There.

My temporary home is clean and order is on the way. I managed to find a nice colt kind enough to let me have some of his apples. I’m pleasantly surprised such hospitality continues to exist.

The apples were so wonderful. I must find a way to return the favor one day.

Now it’s time for this old pony to lay its head down and rest. Tomorrow, I think I’ll try to go into town and see what I can see.

Goodnight, tumblr.

-W

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2011/09/07

I spent the afternoon reviewing some of my old work journals. I’m rather surprised the papers are still intelligible. So much we hypothesized and tested and retested. I’m surprised we learned as much as we did exploring our wild ideas.

Perhaps some younger colts and fillies would find these interesting. I’ll see if I can’t compile and type out some usable story from these.

-W