melbourne

I wrote the letter hovering over the “send” button for a good few minutes. Now it’s done. I’m going outside to wait for the phone calls. »

You can stand outside and listen to the trains go by, staring at the one bright point in the sky. The answers don’t change – you know in your heart what you want to do. How many more times do you need to say it before they’ll hear you? »

It moves slowly, dreamlike. Walk in a triangle through and around a small park, just a patch of grass with a few bench seats scattered through it. Lunch and a phone call. A leisurely coffee. I can’t quite shake the pall, though. I can’t, apparently, do anything else but wait. Time flows but it’s flowing away from me, out of my hands, in a slow and steady spiral. »

it’s time to end this endless headache i don’t have to contribute to such inelegance. »

I can walk that distance. No problem. But this time, let’s keep going. »