There is a dog over the alleyway which howls. I hear him a lot.Yesterday I was at a place which excited me so much I don’t know if I can describe it. It is a house in Belgrave. There was a party there the night before and I stayed in the trailer of a friends ute. Went to sleep as Kookaburras started singing and the sun was rising. 5 of the most crazy artists I know had just moved into a 2 story white weatherboard house which was once a brothel. It’s halfway up a hill in a forest of 50m high trees and ferns. Spent the day elevated on the top veranda with a few peeps. When you’re in a forest your senses really prick up. I’ve always felt like I was born in the wrong time. I’m a hunter, not a glassy or servant. Walking through the forest I strayed from the path and for a while flirted with the life I couldn’t have.
The city is so abstract. I’m lucky to have such a green remote street. But the city makes you breath shallow and unless you are fully convinced by it, you feel so alone in it. My friend Becky Bonnet did a tarot reading for me. I’m in a Hermit stage apparently, but I think it has more to do with my constant reaction against the city which can really remove me in social situations. I’m always looking in on my life.
In knowing this and after being in the forest I think I’m going to dream a new way of living, cause I realise this lifestyle is making me unhappy.
I’m not sure what I’m doing but what you said about culling things which make you unhappy is so true. First I’ll start by getting rid of stuff. I need less.
Lets become primitives! Hunters with internet addictions who live in roof cavities’ and put on shows of great strength and agility.
OK.. Now I’m loosing the plot.
Back at the white weatherboard house, my friend Tina said she was driving a van down Punt road, and in the middle of the highway engulfed in traffic were 3 colourful peeps with bikes (us). She said you guys were babes and the scene made her day.
That was a great day.
Bii, Skye
the lady in the van!!?
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