Thursday

  • a week ago I was at a conference in Newcastle, somewhere about a thousand kilometres away. Different weather, state, community, trees, ocean, light, morning, architecture. The trail of crossing is slow enough to be travel and fast enough to still surprise.
  • waiting in that febrile room, children old people anxiety of refusing to be them. The receptionist goes to hand my form to another. How could I be confused for he as I diligently misunderstand my age?

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  • […] a week ago I was at a conference in Newcastle, somewhere about a thousand kilometres away. Different weather, state, community, trees, ocean, light, morning, architecture. The trail of crossing is slow enough to be travel and fast enough to still surprise. waiting in that febrile room, children old people anxiety of refusing to be them. The receptionist goes to hand my form to another. How could I be confused for he as I diligently misunderstand my age? Source: my blog […]