i wanted to be flat stanley..!”
(and you call me strange?!)
does anyone else remember this book from childhood?

liz inadvertently reminded me that daylight savings kicks in today. having clean forgotten about it, my exhausted self’s sudden realisation that i’d be gaining an extra hour of sleep caused the knee-jerk reaction of my jumping up and down and making nonsensical sounds of joy, while liz rolled around on her bed pissing herself laughing [...]

1) most birthdays seem to blend into one another from year to year. this birthday was the first where i felt quite changed from the person i was this time last year. the last 365 days have been a steep learning curve for me, so this birthday i can truly celebrate having survived another year.
2) [...]

eek.

a festively wrapped item. a sealed card. a letter, that i couldn’t resist opening and reading, in which the following imperative stood out (adamant capitals amongst all the other sentences in lower caste) : DON’T OPEN YOUR CARD & PREZZIE TILL THE DAY!!
damn! i laughed, showing it to liz, busted! he knows me too well.

my sister sent me an sms from under the arch of triumph in france.
love communications technology.

it’s not a premonition, or an indication of the future. it never is. it’s always symbolic, representative of the present.
you understand presence differently now.
the convenience of physical presence can displace the awareness of other forms of presence.
in the absence of the physical we are still so much a part of each other’s lives. we are [...]

she dreamt they were in the same physical place, with different groups of people. wanting and intending to meet, but for some reason, not.
they could feel each other’s presence, and see each other, from afar. in the course of conversing with other people they would catch the other’s eye, hold their gaze for long enough [...]

yesterday we congregated at town hall, marched along george, up king, along elizabeth, all the way down to circular quay.
there was a different energy to this march. on the 16th of feb it was hopeful, an attempt to persuade almost; yesterday it was angry disbelief.
we marched past howard’s office on phillip street chanting and booing.
we [...]

at least some of us have words left.