buzz & fade

It’s going to start with breakfast at Mario’s. After that, it’s up to my Doc Martens to take me where they will – camera in hand, and nowhere in particular to go. »

I didn’t want to believe the words I said – that things would be the same anyway, no matter where I went. What was I doing defending the status quo? It doesn’t need it. I’m supposed to be hoping for more, no wait, going for more. Instead, I was trying to explain away my inaction. I get what I deserve. »

I wanted to write, but technology had other plans for me. Plans of the kind that remind you just who’s wearing the pants in the relationship. It serves me right for thinking otherwise, I suppose. »

A much-needed day off – when was the last time I got 10 hours of sleep? It’s hard to fight the work impulse, nowadays. Even when I’m at home, the urge to go walking and wandering fights the guilt that tells me I should be going to Coles to buy something to cook for dinner. I’m reading wireless networking manuals when I should be out taking photos. or something. »

I spent a weekend in Geelong, staying in a boutique hotel where our room was named after a ship and had a handful of old Penguin novels on the desk. I read Boris Pasternak’s The Last Summer before I slept; in the morning I awoke to watch a McDonald’s burger carton flapping down the street like a cardboard Pac-Man. »