time to go

©David Gilliver- melbourne

i awake today after a nightmarish sleep with dreams full of frightening visions and pieces of reality twisted in the most awful ways. time to write. there are a lot of things that need to be said out loud. often i leave them to the pen because i can say everything that i want to say, not worry about forgetting that important detail or letting emotions get in the way, cause i do that, a lot. i listen to the words of PJ harvey. her voice vibrates the air and makes me think in other directions. feel things i thought i had lost. magical.

have you ever wanted a do-over? a chance to live one way, potentially mess it up and do it all again? press the delete button and go back to the top. i get to live today twice. once in the city i love and then again in one i loathe. longest day of my life and not at all a good one, even if it technically is. the adventure continues in lalaland where reality blurs but i work a lot. work is good for now. i had an interesting conversation with a photographer in LA about her extended stay in the city, feeling trapped and losing her soul. the city of soul suckers. pretty on the surface and empty underneath. sigh.

sydney, my love, ill see you again soon... not soon enough but all good things come to those who wait, right? right...