Headless Horseman {Denim-Win}

A time-capsule representation of the superstition-IQ concerning the Headless Horseman, presented by an educator of leviathan in the West.

A Summer Saturday AM 'diorama' about that timeless Headless Horseman. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of folklore contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' interpretations). 

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I was teaching a high-level course on the psychology of art at a New England school when I encountered that dastardly evil Headless Horseman. Now, you know this Horseman had popped in-and-out of civilization of Earth with varied visages of self-representation, be it in the form of a resurrected/decapitated soldier of war or simply a specter of tragedy risen to create some Autumn/harvest omens of the heart. Now, he found his way past the annals/texts of the likes of writers like Washington Irving and into my Selfie-culture readings age of incomplete-lines to leviathan (damn).

I found myself offering my pupil(s) special course imagery about the civilization evolution of creative expression and self-representation, since the day/time of the Bible's Genesis era and cavemen through the rise of the Roman Empire and to the advanced online social net conveniences age of widespread/liberal access to self-image and avatars of lifestyle-transit art and storytelling for the Ego (sure). I read of the Horseman (Headless!) in varied sources and knew nothing of him/it. I knew only of my Selfie-age of capitalism/consumerism grid consciousness. Then, one Autumn Saturday AM, while walking to the campus library in fine-spirit, I saw his specter, in an Autumn field, with no one around; he forced me to stare at my wife-gifted diamond watch, to see if I was hallucinating him/it (damn).

HORSEMAN: Aaarrrgghhh!

ME: Are you him?

HORSEMAN: Aaarrrgghhh!

ME: Me thinks this is some Autumn-field(s) view for hell's ride, evil being.

HORSEMAN: Aaarrrgghhh!

ME: I shall write of this encounter, in a time-capsule; though none shall believe.

HORSEMAN: Aaarrrgghhh!

ME: This was some Saturday's daylights ABCD, Horseman (damn)...I flee now.

HORSEMAN: Aaarrrgghhh!

So, I re-present that Autumn AM encounter with that 'timeless' Horseman in this time-capsule, to bury in a ground-field in my education-arena (New England); I shan't forget the encounter, though not even my wifes believes it (ok). What I learned in all humility was that the Headless Horseman had become something of a view fo leviathan and a release from sanity. Were there vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and flying witches scurrying-about on our fare-rich Blue Planet of incomplete-distances readings of timeless broders of the heavens (I wondered)? I knew the only/best way to catch the Horseman was to offer-up this time-capsule 'adjective'...for the Ego (damn).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)