Somewhere Only We Know just had its fourth anniversary and what the actual frickity frack, you guys.
When did that happen? Who allowed this? This story could go to preschool. This story could talk smack to me and draw pictures of itself. People who read this story in high school are in college now. The sands of time grow abrasive. Even now, I feel the claws of Father Time drag across my cheek as I the cold chasms of time whisp--
Pardon, I had a bit of nostalgic panic, there.
It's rather appropriate, though. I most often see this story referred to as a story about escapism. They're not wrong in that assertion (really, any interpretation of this story is correct, as I wrote it to be freely interpreted and a bit ambiguous) but escapism isn't... exactly what I think it is. Or at least, not what I think the crux of it is. Somewhere Only We Know is the sort of story whose relevance grows with time and nostalgia because the passage of time itself is the antagonist.
Yeah, there are humans here and they're jerks sometimes, but that's not what Dash is up against. Rarity or Applejack's new owners don't keep horses well, but none of it would be happening at all, if only the clock had stopped ten years ago. If only the business hadn't gone south, if only nobody had to be sold, if only things didn't have to change, then they could still be together. They could still be happy and young and healthy.
But they're not. So she has to deal with what's here, and this is how she does it.
Escapism is part of this story, certainly. I'm just not sure if it's the main thing. Because Dash's life in itself isn't bad. In fact, of the ponies we see, she's doing the best. Her human does try and kick her awake, but that's the worst of it (to be fair, Dash is an old horse and he was probably worried she was dead). What bothers Dash is her bum leg and her age, but even that's not that bad. Her situation isn't that bad, it's everyone else's and she wants her old one back. She's getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. She's getting old and she needs something to rely on.
Granted, that's also just my interpretation of it at the moment. My interpretations and opinions of this story fluctuate constantly. This is a Death of the Author story as far as I'm concerned. My opinion matters just as much as anyone else's.Read More