When music makes you feel.
I haven’t been very good at this writing game recently.
I went to Seoul in December, and on the way wrote down all of my secrets.
That was such an intense experience, which I have not entirely recovered from.
I am in a weird limin. I am homeless. I am in-between jobs. In-between lovers. I am waiting to hear if my Master’s research proposal was utter rubbish or not. I feel like I cannot start living this year yet, even though it holds so much promise and potential. I have projects to do. I have things to write about.
Nathan visited us for the festive season. That was very nice. That was also very weird.
I drank a lot, told people what I thought about them, spent lonely nights walking the streets, trying to figure myself out.
Nathan left as the waters rose.
I have to go and visit an old friend today.
Time passes, and now we are in Brisbane.
And I would rather spend today by the pool.
