Wandering the Wayside

Recording stuff I guess.

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Sorry to keep you waiting

I know I said I'd try to keep up with this blog, but its fallen by the wayside (heh). Whenever I'm not doing stuff to do with the star, I pick up odd jobs for gas money, and the one I have now is brutal.

Anyway, enough about me; back to the wayside.

I've figured out some things about how the place works, which I'll list out here:

You can only enter or exit the wayside when it's dark outside in the normal world. It's always dark in the wayside, so a clock will help a lot.

The layout of the wayside is consistent, but the entry points are not.

If you leave the same way you entered, you'll end up somewhere near where you entered.

If you try to leave when it's light out, the road will be a dead end. When it gets dark and you look away, suddenly it will continue.

Leaving from a different road than the one you entered on will send you somewhere far away. How far is not consistent; sometimes I go halfway across the country, sometimes halfway around the world.

Lastly, radios are weird in the wayside. When it works, it always seems to be playing music by the same band. The music's pretty good actually; wish I knew the band (if it's real). There's never any commercials either. But the strangest thing is, the music seems to be prophetic in some way. Different songs mean different things. I'll try to make a list some time later.

Well, that's all that I'm remembering off the top of my head. If I think of anything else, I'll let you know. Carter out.

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First time

Wow, great start to this blog. What's it been, a week? 2? I can barely remember what day of the week it is (not that I could before all of this started). Not much has happened recently, so I guess I'll tell you all about the first time I found the wayside.

I was driving down a highway at night. Kinda tired, but not in danger of nodding off. It was dark; no street lights, thick trees on either side, and the moon was a tiny crescent. The drifting star had been straight ahead for a while, but then it suddenly swerved to the right. As expected, there was an exit up ahead, and I took it.

Immediately my radio cut out. My GPS lost connection too. I didn't think anything of it at first; service was already spotty. But then the whole atmosphere started to shift. The trees seemed to close in tighter, the road seemed to get darker. A few times I swore I saw something in my rear view mirror, but it was nothing.

Eventually the paved road shifted to dirt, and I came to a crossroads, and I shit you not, the road sign was made of wood. Just planks of wood nailed to a wooden rod. I think the roads were something like "Old Mill Road" and "Oak Lane". Realizing I had no idea where I was anymore, I pulled over and took out my maps.

I wasn't on the map. The exit I had taken didn't exist.

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At this I freaked the fuck out for a moment, but eventually I regained my composure. I decided that whatever was going on here, I wanted nothing to do with. So I turned around and went back the way I came.

The star was right in the middle of my rear view mirror the whole time I made my way back. I kept dreading what I would find; that the highway had disappeared; that I would be stuck in wherever the hell I was forever. But then, the trees began to thin out, and suddenly I was taking an on ramp to the highway.

The radio coming back on scared the shit out of me, and the gps reconnected immediately. I was on the same highway, but a few miles away from where I should have been. I looked around, and I couldn't see the star anywhere. It wasn't the first time I couldn't see it, but this time felt almost like it was disappointed in me.

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First time

Wow, great start to this blog. What's it been, a week? 2? I can barely remember what day of the week it is (not that I could before all of this started). Not much has happened recently, so I guess I'll tell you all about the first time I found the wayside.

I was driving down a highway at night. Kinda tired, but not in danger of nodding off. It was dark; no street lights, thick trees on either side, and the moon was a tiny crescent. The drifting star had been straight ahead for a while, but then it suddenly swerved to the right. As expected, there was an exit up ahead, and I took it.

Immediately my radio cut out. My GPS lost connection too. I didn't think anything of it at first; service was already spotty. But then the whole atmosphere started to shift. The trees seemed to close in tighter, the road seemed to get darker. A few times I swore I saw something in my rear view mirror, but it was nothing.

Eventually the paved road shifted to dirt, and I came to a crossroads, and I shit you not, the road sign was made of wood. Just planks of wood nailed to a wooden rod. I think the roads were something like "Old Mill Road" and "Oak Lane". Realizing I had no idea where I was anymore, I pulled over and took out my maps.

I wasn't on the map. The exit I had taken didn't exist.

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Introduction

So. Not sure how to start this thing, but here goes.

My name is Carter, and I'll be using this blog to record my life. Figured I'd put something up somewhere in case something happens to me. I don't really care if anyone believes what I write here. I know I sound crazy, and frankly I probably am, but that's beside the point. I just want to make sure none of this is forgotten.

Four years ago I heard a voice through the tv. I don't know how, but I knew it was HER voice. She told me to go outside and look at the sky, and that was the first time I saw it. The drifting star.

It's hard to describe it, but the closest I can come is saying that rather than with my eyes, I saw it with my whole body. I know that doesn't make sense, but it's the best I can do. I knew then that I had to follow it.

Since then I've seen some wild things, and I'll try to record them all here when I have the time.

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Guess I'm doing this now.