We had not spoken for years after the Incident. Discounting, of course, the clipped three sentence conversations on the phone that tried to prove that fifteen years of friendship still meant Something. We both seemed in a hurry and we were both glad to glad to hang up. Last year you forgot my birthday. I was surprised to realise that I didn't care ( Read more... )

Today I ran up five flights of stairs, brushing past startled figures. There's something wonderfully futile about racing someone in a lift, something deliciously juvenile. You hurl yourself up stairs, hoping that you'll get up far enough before your body realises what you're doing and starts the ache that accompanies each slap of shoe against ( Read more... )

It's bizarre walking in the dark and seeing a group of people congregating under a lamp at the top of the park, peering and pointing at the sky. The oddness comes from stumbling across the chance to wittness supposedly the brightest comet in centuries - to see a faint exclamation mark in the sky and be told in hushed whispers of the rarity and ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I'll be hitting the road for a few days with a buddy of mine who has Just Quit Smoking ( Read more... )

I had a chapter in my life close - one that terminated with an eleven hour drive in suffocating heat, my car crammed with all my earthly belongings that would fit (the remaining earthly belongings adopted by friends or set free into the wild - years later, walking down the street I'll see a scruffy jacket in the corner of my eye and wonder at the ( Read more... )

Joan ( Read more... )

This brought about a bemused smile. I like that they experimented with different types of hats.

Quasi-amusing

Last night I spoke to you on the phone in the dark, my feet pale in the streetlight ( Read more... )

Last night I saw a shooting star.

It looked like a lazy arc, but I knew it was a combusting meteor rushing faster and faster, pulled dizzily down to its doom by the weight of a thousand wishes from a thousand strangers.

What a way to die.

I did not have the heart to make a wish.

Only four more days to languidly savour before I leave Sydney to return to my life. Four days of the simple joy of having home cooked meals, of spontaneously hugging my mum at random times of the day like I used to when I was five; of wearing my brother's clothes and his feigned outrage at every discovery, of the casual falling into our first ( Read more... )