Flux

please excuse me, am caught in a rip, it's wonderful and very strange, it is all I can do to keep breathing and dreaming and not thinking too much, and it may deposit me on a yet-to-be-determined distant shoreline, but I just need you to know, that I feel very safe.

gloating and then sad

you know, I spent Saturday wandering around Melbourne - pizza, hot water in plastic bottles, stumbling pigeons, a deserted market - and I was enjoying myself, I liked that furnace, the hot jets of wind, the comraderie of a city, the lion-pride dozing beneath a kaleidescope ceiling. I had a fabulous dress on that knew what to do with itself in the wind. So achingly pathetic now, that gloating, that luxuriating. As we walked to the NGV, I was reading the tone of the sky, a fire I said, that is all, a peripheral curiosity.