TOBIAS // STABLE JOURNAL

March 14th, 1958  
Olivia woke me up before sunrise. Stubborn as ever.  
Brushed her down. Saddle’s still good.  
Sun was low and gold this morning. Real pretty light.

March 27th, 1958  
Repaired the gate by the east field.  
Heard something rustling past the fence line last night.  
Might’ve been a fox.  
Might’ve been nothin’.

April 2nd, 1958  
Made stew. Rain hit the roof like drums.  
Took the long walk back from the stable.  
Felt like someone behind me the whole way.  
Guess I’m just tired.

June 1st, 1958  
Everything went well. Cleaned the stalls, fed my cows.  
I keep seeing flashes of black and white like a TV.  
Like the sky flickers for a second.  
Ain’t no sets out here.

...

July 30th, 2025  
PLEASE HELP.  
IF ANYONE SEES THIS, I AM ALONE OUTSIDE IN THE FOREST.  
HELP ME  
I’M NOT DEAD I’M JUST STUCK  
THE STARS LOOK WRONG  
I TRIED THE MIRROR ROOM  
DON’T LOOK AT IT AGAIN  
THE HORSE IS GONE  
THE HORSE ISN’T GONE  
I HEAR HER HOOVES BUT I CAN’T FIND THE BARN  
THE SUNSET WON’T END

— t.b.