• 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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