plus one. australia.
i land here, in and out of my element.
i replace myself and the world here seems not right.
there is too much lacking and not enough at all.
i slip in, i choose a gap, i think of reading de Certeau on the verandah of french colonial house as the afternoon rain rolled in.
i recall feeling alive. this is the difference. animated, animated, at the edge of my fingertips and covering me - life.
in seventy nights, plus 70 nights, what will remain what will remain.
sometimes things happen and nothing is as it was before. everything has changed. i end and begin at once in a new land.
