so, where do i want to live? there are plenty of places better visited than lived in but i feel the pull of the west if only i could understand why. i went walking today down the long road my father would take on our way home from flying gliders out near bacchus marsh i remember the sodium-yellow lights hitting old factory buildings while the car radio played 6 o’clock rock »
Perhaps as a kind of revenge on world’s behalf I spent the whole day feeling slightly out of sorts and all alone with my incredibly petty middle-class issues. Getting on the train and watching the way people look at me. Squeezing up the back of the cafe for lunch, so I don’t draw any more attention – it’s bad enough that I’m not flipping through a fashion mag or discussing my home reno with my friends, like all the other patrons. »
A crystalline moment. things put on hold for an afternoon. a minor, utterly minor sacrifice. but one has to do, what one… »
friday afternoon spent in absentia when I finally make it home late into the night an old friend says it was so good to see you again but right now i worry if i’ll remember anything come morning. »
less it’s the way forward it has to be my new mantra what can i stop doing today? »