i can’t remember the last time i went to St Kilda once upon a time i went there almost every weekend but when i moved across town i changed my habits and so my regular places became new ones on this side to match my new life as it were just for once we hopped on a tram all the way through town there were fancier intersections and lots of wooden stuff »
we’re looking for the future a new one one not couched in terms of the things we don’t want to do. wish me luck. »
after my second game of tennis in a very long time i lay down for a nap while strange music played and i drifted away on a strange little boat vanishing into mist with voices surrounding my confused, tired body. later, the album finished a familiar bassline marked a change in tack i found myself dragged mercilessly from the loving waves and back into our brightly coloured sofa. »
I’m walking down Fitzroy St in Fitzroy, when I stop to say hello to a cat. As it stretches and stands up to look at me I hear an old Hank Williams song – Honky Tonkin’ – wafting through a screen door next to me. »
i tried to tame it i tried to help i lay myself bare i did things i never want to do again but i will because once you know how to do these things you can’t un-know them and when the meek ask for help one’s heart melts a little and you feel happy to be useful even trivially so for an hour or two sometimes knowing something so internally hateful »