Throwing in the furze.

I give up.  I, the Egdon Heath, am not a creature of any true beauty.  I am virtually bipolar, subjecting the people of myself to the saddening rains or the angry heat of august, enough to kill a woman.  Moreover, the people of the Heath either hate me, or do not truly acknowledge my existance.  Eustacia Vye sought only to escape md, though I had treated her as any other member of the town.  The rest of them simpy cut away at bushes all day and night, or are too busy gossiping to ever think about my existance.
Truly my "beauty" is nothing but a sham.

Continuation on the last post

Alright, so I have decided to give the endless expanse that is this blog purpose, I shall more clearly define the beauty that I, the Egdon Heath, possess.  This should be fun!  Having eliminated any form of outer beauty, and one form of inner beauty, in my last post, I will pick up and talk about my personality!  Days on the Heath are generally in the doldrums, almost as though life were a perpetual rain day, even on the sunniest of mornings, one may wake up and feel depressed.  I would say that is at least part of my personality, I dare say I am not the only person who thinks so (sadly...pun).  I don't feel that just saying I am depressing is enough though, I feel like I am prone to violent mood swings as well!  Take for instance every November 5th, when the denizens of myself take to partying and bonfiring! Such a joyous time is rarely seen! On the other hand, there are hot days in the summer where I am just hot enough to melt old ladies (too soon?) or else days where I drown others out of some weird sense of karma.  Eh, more will come later on this.

Embarrasing

A lot of people think that land masses do not have feelings, and I would like to point out this is false.  Very false.  Beside the fact that there are some people living on me that just do not want to enjoy their lives (read: Eustacia Vye), there are also some embarrassing blemishes on my landscape.  For one, I am just a hilly region, practically blank, beside some hills and a road.  That and the furze problem....oh the furze problem.  Regardless of those blemishes...I am still a beautiful landscape!  Perhaps not based on the aesthetics of me, but the people I help to create......perhaps that isn't exactly beauty.....
This is a working paper.

Getting to know a piece of land

I am the Egdon Heath, the ceaselessly constant land mass home to many a character.  I am dull, but beautiful, boring, but interesting, but only to those with the right eye to see it.  I am a harsh land and I have brought up (as I am their mother, that which supports them) rough children, whose lives are simple and dedicated to preservation and pointless gossip.  Like any parent I give my children the room to grow, and I continually encroach upon their land.
They are Ozymandius,

and I am the desert.

Until they day that they can no longer stop my growth they live on.
I feel like this is all rather dark.
I apologize, one is prone to such feelings after being stepped on for so long, and forgotten for so long as well.  See, everyone seems to think I am just a piece of dirt, and (just like i were the setting in the novel of a book, being read by high schoolers) I am taken for granted.

And that just sucks!

I guess that is all I have for now....