REALITY IS MERELY A FIGMENT OF YOUR IMAGINATION.
WAKE UP, YOU’RE DREAMING.


My name is Fossil. And no, it doesn’t mean anything.
I am a passionate furry and fursuiter.
My species is wolf (Canis lupus).

Years ago, a dream I had strongly compelled me to travel over 2,000 miles just to speak with a river.
When I awoke, I discovered an old song which would further foretell the journey I would make.
I left suddenly on that journey by car starting that very night.

I traveled North, until contact with the Mississippi River.
I followed it until the Missouri River.
And from there, to the Yellowstone, moving West towards a small Eastern Montana town.
There, I walk in the bank of the Yellowstone River entirely alone, the violent current rushing past me.
Where I expected voices, I instead found understanding.

Looking down, I see a large stone with the light shining through it, I believe to be an agate.
Encased within it is a male pollen cone from a conifer tree fossilized inside.
I found it hard to believe how even as far as I drove, the water which flowed beneath me would end up home.

In the song “Sorrow” by Pink Floyd, a later stanza reads the following:
“And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be”.

I believe the song means to reference the Trail of Tears, and the inability to correct the destruction we create to the Earth.
However when taken literally, I can’t help but see parallelism spelled out from my own life which mirrored the song.

Never in my entire life have I ever felt like I understood myself more than when I stood in that river.
I could see myself for who I was, and I never felt more myself than then.
While I stayed there, I had several significant dreams about form as a wolf.
It felt so close to home, even though it wasn’t.

If everything we do creates more disorder in the universe, then what are we doing here?
Is it to be successful? To win at life? Perhaps those are goals as an individual.
Whatever you do, whatever you make, make art with it.
I think this is far more important.
What do you want to be remembered for?