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The original plan was to wait until I had work before joining J up in Sydney, but, well. I really like him. And it's been three months. And fuck that noise.This whole expedition has not been as...
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Quick Book Verdicts
I thought I'd about finished packing my books away (this time I haven't been counting, because I really don't want to know), and just found a swathe I'd put aside because, having read them, I intended...
View ArticleThe Evolving Idea of Home
A year after J & I staggered in the front door after our vagabond days and all our stuff, items, things have been loaded on the back of a truck and are headed north, to the new nest.The family home...
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My unconscious plagiarised both Pacific Rim and Halo, and there was-Wait, remember that other dream? That dream in which I was part of some massive intergalactic military fleet and there was a massive...
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Last night we watched Noah, a film that fails spectacularly in all aspects. I've never made any sort of religious study so I can't comment much on the liberties it took with the source material, but...
View ArticleCity Unknown
There's something in the Moreton Bay and Port Jackson fig trees which line the streets and parks of Sydney, some shuttered tension which, while still, is not waiting. A motion that is unaware of its...
View ArticleDream Drool
The last two nights I have had such cruel dreams. Because my dreams are so far from the norm they are always semi-lucid, I am never unaware that this is a dream even though I never quite gain full...
View ArticleYou Must Learn
A default assumption of mine is that I know what's going on in my head. Any particular malaise, energy, flavour that comes on, I can usually attribute. That article I read connected to that ad I saw...
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I saw three owls today. One was white thread on a black singlet, grey tie dye at the bottom. It didn't get on my bus. The second was on t-shirt, this a sort of rose and hibiscus hue, the owl in black...
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The first indication of Poppy's thawing was the call outs. She didn't want anything to do with us, until we made to leave the room, and then she would call out. A specific tweet, projected, definitely...
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Remember when a blog was a diary? Not a statement, or an art piece, or designed or crafted or sculpted or any thing that was intended to be appreciated by and audience. When an account of the day in...
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"This is it, isn't it?"They are two men, not old, in the water behind me."This is how we die."The water is jade. Sometimes cloudy and occluded, other times like glass, but always jade. We float in this...
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I bought something. As in, I went out of my way to purchase an item I didn't need but wanted, with money better spent elsewhere. Strange, that I always feel a need to confess such transactions, as...
View ArticleJade & Free
J noticed it first. "I think getting out of the water made you sad."It isn't enough to enjoy swimming in the sea. The ending of such enjoyment does not lead to sadness, which is a rare emotion to...
View ArticleDear Diary
Today was brilliant. I didn't sleep in too far, and gave myself a slow enough wake up/get up process that I felt absolutely fine, instead of shellshocked. The sun wasn't too hot, but lovely and...
View ArticleWedding Cake Island
The wiki article tells it all. It's a pile of rocks in Coogee BayWhat the article fails to mention is that it moves. It must move. Every time I look at the sea and it is in view it isn't where I expect...
View ArticleTessa New Year & It's Lack of Importance
Despite talking to mum on Tuesday, and her saying "I'll talk to you Thursday," it didn't stick.Despite skyping a hot couple yesterday, and them saying, "Happy birthday for tomorrow!" it didn't...
View ArticleCaptured on the 373 on longline
It's not necessarily summer, but the season is at home on this remote shore. We've made the trek from the distant road side, through the lazy sand dunes with half-buried grasses and rushes bowing...
View ArticleChronic
A dear friend of mine recently brought two articles to my attention. The first I read, Women with Fibromyalgia Have A Real Pathology Among Nerve Endings to Blood Vessels in the Skin, (pdf) is a concise...
View ArticleNothing in this blog post will be news.
Fuck, you know, I've tried to fucking "sculpt" an opening paragraph three times now. This isn't going to be a technically skilled piece of writing. It isn't going to have a structure that means...
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