You spend hours and hours researching and sussing out where to eat, where to go for drinks, what time to leave and everything else. Don’t get me wrong, I am a strong believer that good times need good plans. But it is always so nice when you find an amazing place by accident. It just makes your day. This is such a story.
As our complicated, complex lives go on and on, people have a tendency to forget the vital role that little things have in the machinery of our existence. How a moment of calm in an endless sea of stress and work provides for the sustenance our minds need to go own: a kind gesture of a stranger, a well made coffee, a random sign that our mind interprets as life/God/fate telling us to go on.
From the backlogs of my brain and the back streets of Melbourne comes this exploration of desolation, burned down houses and forgotten children – mostly prompted by a queer fascination that Daniel has for deserted buildings.
(yes, it is double post day!)
Perhaps a bit late, but yesterday was the International Day Against Homophobia! Yay for us (or not so yay because this day can only exist if Homophobia exists and homophobia isn’t very fun).
Here’s a little gift from Daniel for everyone out there -struggling not to kill idiots who thing being gay is a sin and people struggling to understand their children that they love so much (I know it’s not as easy as some people would claim it to be).
PS: Feel free to share this video. I actually encourage people to do so! Let social media prevail against the tyranny of people!
Once more thrown into the cold, wintery Australian rain, like a vagabond sniffing the air for a warm place to take shelter and eat. A vagabond with a goal, nonetheless, as I had planned which breakfast place to burden with my presence. “My days are numbered”, I would think, as I once more chose to discard the importance of money.
The rain slowly washes away the summer down the drains of the city, knocking persistently on my bedroom window to remind me of the departure of sunny days and hot siestas. Such days tempt me to turn on the heater and stay in bed all day; yet I was also tempted to go eat some buns.
Sometimes, even though times are tough and the wallet might be particularly filled with moths and various other pieces of paper that cannot be used to buy a piece of bread with, you feel the need to treat yourself to something good. Some people buy shoes, some people get a nice haircut. I eat. And sometimes I enjoy it.