And Now We Are Forty-Eight
18/03/2025
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It’s the eighteenth of March here in Australia, which means I’ve just turned another year older. We’re still fixing things up after
Yesterday the conversation began a little after nine AM, continued through the long drive up to the Sunshine Coast, and progressed through a thoroughly pleasant lunch and the drive back down to Brisbane again. I dropped one-third of the conversation at the train station a round 8:00 PM. Topics covered: books; writing; more books; notebooks; pens; books; poetry; history; books; health.
I am probably missing something. There was eleven hours of conversation from beginning through to end, and it wasn’t the kind of day that lends itself to neat acts of summary.There is still the faint feeling of an interesting conversation cut very short.
Of all the things a career in art will give you, nothing quite matches up to the friends you make along the way.
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It’s the eighteenth of March here in Australia, which means I’ve just turned another year older. We’re still fixing things up after
I’m writing this from an apartment packed down for impending cyclone/hurricane due to hit Brisbane some time in the next 24 hours.
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