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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