1:31 AM EST - 12.30.02 c.e -

listening to jeff buckley's cover of Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah'..
i listened to it often while wandering around the green hills of
the northern shores of New South Wales.. it was on a friend's tape cassette.
it is so strange.. it's 1:11 AM EST, had me some phone conversations..
with some of the bright ones in my life.. a dear friend is going to India + Nepal
for the next year.. we might ditch all big New Year's plans and go walking through
some random bits of New York. might end up at a diner in midtown.. sitting on
duct-taped glittery vinyl seats, nursing bad, yet servicable cups of coffee.
and listen deeply to the roaring mechanisms of the city.
and then meet up again as new personas a year later.

wondered how it could be.. that i was in the middle of a South Australian desert
at the beginning of this mad month..
and at the end, be surrounded by inches, upon inches of snow... trees locked in ice.
first white yuletide in years, m'dears.
funny, what sort of reality tricks that can be happen.
so i sit here, slowly evolving my cd collection into MP3 bits.
leaning to go pure digitalis and sell/give most cd's except the ones with pretty art on 'em

these moments are funny cause i'm always haunted by the desire to chop all my hair off.
what does this mean?

so anyways, last night, went to a club, who shalt not be named, in midtown with a group of others
i haven't hung out with in months upon months.
had me a couple drinkies and then the night turned sideways, hot, and everything swirled.
i think i had me a dance or two.. people strutting around in vinyl, pretty bad music..
lady RK grounded me, had handfuls of nascent conversations, and of course the best..
part of the night was walking to my mum's car, and driving north on Harlem River Drive.
woke up today, feeling utterly shot to hell, the dormant alcohol gurgling.
it is now night, as i type this, so i am better.

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it is unreal to know that in about a month i will vanish from this Amerikan reality.
suffering from geographical scizophrenia, and pondering my life's paths.
the best thing to focus on is the Family.
anyways, anyways, anyways....
it shall all soon make some sort of sense, ultimately. eventually.

listening to the soundtrack to Carmine.
surfing the 'net for lost information..

in the S.A desert, i met this man who called himself Alf.
he founded the Australian Liberation Front. he has piercing sky blue eyes, yet gentle..
and when a friend talked to him about ancient car parts..
Alf listened with such a rare show of attentiveness.
Alf studies the etymology and carves beautiful things into stone.
he works with some aboriginal artists, as well, out there in the desert.
they also made their own aussie flag.
i wish i had more time to talk to him, but friends yelled 'hurry!'
i would have sat down and listened to him talk for hours..

all sorts of walking people with mysterious colorful minds.

g'night~
d.