Cal's Bits and Pieces

[Calters]

Cal's journal is used to keep his songs, drawings, things he finds along his way, and occasionally his own thoughts. He enjoys keeping things stuffed into its pages so he often leaves it on his bed where nothing can fall out. Due to his random stuffing and clumsiness, the dates are never in order. One is lucky to find two seasons adjacent to each other.

[Calters]

A shadow's life I envy/ He feels no more than a stick twig/ He craves not/ he wants not/ he feels no remorse/ and none of his troubles are big| He has no troubles?? A shadow's life I envy/ He always knows where to go/ his home is so stable/ Work a trade?/ S'not even able!/ But he always feels so alone| Yes, a shadow has good things/ He has no wants/ and no needs/ but he lacks one important vital thing/ A shadow can't talk/ can't get up and walk/ And can't make a friend or a foe| A shadow's life I envy/ Only while I'm feeling blue/ This doesn't rhyme! none This much is true/ of But when it comes 'round to you/ IT! I'd rather be here than down there| - Calters' miserable attempt at a love song 80th of Summer, 514 AV, middle of the night

[Calters]

How do you make such beautiful art? My music is but a gust compared to your stylized trees! -15th of Summer, 514 AV, speaking to a Vantha of her carvings

[Calters]

What a lonely life we all live. So separate, So different, So small, When compared to this world, we have nothing at all Then we lose all we have when we're dead. It hurts to realize, But our thoughts mean nothing. Our feelings, Our notions, Our dreads, It's all just stalling and waiting for us, to turn to dust when we're dead. There's nothing here that we can take with us No Miza, No person, No thing, So why do we all waste all of our time, hating each other for things? We each have our fancies, Our loves, And our pride. But why do we favor one thing? A tail, some wings, some scales, they're just temporary! And aren't we all just dust when we're dead? - Jouyos' Song, 2nd of Winter, 500 AV