i can’t travel. i keep waking in the middle of the night, thinking i’m elsewhere, making movements to remedy the situation, to hop out of bed & locate myself in an alien landscape. i can’t sit still on trains because a huge tongan bloke on the way to the footy will always get on & crowd you into a 2 hour cramp that will last for days (he sits contentedly moulded into the space between seats, dozing, wheezing).
laura just kept opening bottles of champagne though we had no interest in the art. i watched swathes of simpsons & seinfeld, content to be un-adult, because foxtel is only for hotels.
i’m reflecting in a grander way & so you will just have to wait for that. try not too anticipate to hardly.