Personal blog
Feeling like being creative,
And not sure what form that should take.
Arranging my home is a kind of creativity,
It feels like a completely different space with floorboards.
There is still quite a bit of stuff packed away in my bathroom,
Because Claude feels sure that my darker walnut bookshelf doesn’t belong.… Read the rest
For someone who was so sure that being away from my apartment was the antidote, it sure feels strange to walk home through another neighbourhood’s streets.
The way that my senses interpret the world has shifted through some notches.
A cabaret show that lets a sense of the punk and the carni in.… Read the rest
I am packing up my house again.
Because I am getting floorboards installed next week.
It should make a big difference, and it is strange that I am getting lots of house sitting messages over the past day or so.
As soon as I locked in a date for the flooring, the messages have been coming out of the woodwork.… Read the rest
Today I walked through a vibrant part of my city that I haven’t been to for a while. The trip home brought something alive in me. It made me fall in love with my city all over again. … Read the rest
For the first time since moving to Melbourne, the wintry weather bothered me today.
There is something about feeling so sick, so crappy, so sad;
And then stepping out into that .
There is some dwelling in my private world right now, perhaps.… Read the rest
I seem to have lost my treasured Melbourne reader.
If they don’t come back.
It is distressing,
But right now I feel so crappy that I don’t even feel like going out to comedy tonight.
It is pretty bad.
I will put my mind to working out how to try to make it better.… Read the rest
It is a hideous day here today.
Just awful.
Last night the weather was so bad during the night that it woke me up numerous times.
It felt like the wind was blowing directly behind the head of my bed.
Just horrid.… Read the rest
I am celebrating a (spontaneous) long weekend with a late night, , , burning the midnight oil, hehe.
I have a cup of a festive brew of herbal tea in my hand, which is slightly sweet from an aniseed leaf, I think.… Read the rest
First drink of alcohol in over a week. 10 days maybe.
I had hit a wall in the kitchen and was considering stepping out to eat.
A beer seemed like a good attempt to switch things up.
I felt something akin to my first visceral impressions of Melbourne on my walk home today.… Read the rest
Reading back on the past couple of posts,,,
It seems bat $hit crazy to extrapolate meaning from any of this.
Sometimes a point comes through. And other than that it just feels like noise.
And yet sometimes I feel like you are my friends.… Read the rest