Stricken.

Excerpts of young people's voices across Sydney:

"I saw a dry and dead environment.. The beaches and the air were destroyed by pollution and people were dying fast...There were guns and fighting going on all over the world. Most people were poverty stricked and were forced to live on the streets... The world to me wouldn't be worth living in..."
- Craig, 15

"I see the environment in the future as a false representation of the real thing...Forests that have been knocked down are made into forests of fibre glass and cement"
- Anthony, 16 

"no trees...all grey...smog...pollution...unhappiness..false love...Discontent between families.. Very rich people. ...Famine takes hold of unlucky poor people. ...Robotics... Polluted water and air...Pure water and oxygen for sale..War....No more world."
- Michelle, 16

Voice like honey.

'Home'(Michael Bublé)

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In either Paris or Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
And let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It'll all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

Price of Invulnerability.

One of my favourite ted talks.

Here.

+ Family
+ Many mugs of hot tea
+ 8 pillows on one bed

+ Home cooked meals
+ Jet lag
+ Winter
+ Travel bug bites
+ Time for books
+ Uni
+ Work
+ Post-travel blues
+ Comfort/dullness

- Netflix
- Foreign accents
- Summer
- Living from a suitcase
- Someone to cuddle in bed
- Excessive leisure time
- Friends of '13

- Money
- The new and exciting

From far away.

If you could leave one message on the Berlin Wall, what would it be?

extinguished

time is tired;
i've been breathing through burnt lungs
travelling an airway of ashes
and empty cherry trees
waiting for a pause or go.
i'm built on a marathon of running tears
with no side street joints to rest and recover
mouth dry, body thirsty
i licked the glue and left you a post-it,
let it attach like mould 
and rolled away on a wheel of realities
quiet, and caught by nothing
i felt like the runway before flight
knees knocking, wrists cracking
never inhaled this deeply
what did i write, what did i say
i never remember but i'm chewing on dates
spitting out weeks and never deciding on endings.

this one's left

hi love,

i don't have any coherence in my thoughts in the present. i don't really remember the last time i've accessed new words and thoughts worthy of keeping; brain food at a blank i feel a little internally miserable. how surreal it is that we can sink into the antonym of our ideals. how many times have i repeated that i refuse to be an object subject to the sidelines of maintaining a home. the invisible role of women; i rebel it everyday  yet here i am. sweeping thoughts over the door frame, frying my will and slipping over the greasy remains. jokes and one-offs translate strangely into realities we never asked for. a single fortnight before stagnancy is expired. comfort is no quick sand and the solution is no longer to stand still. comes and goes, comes and goes, if i could choose, i'd erase the idea of leaving places, we're just moving toward new ones. does leaving define what staying is? then does staying mean you don't have to miss anyone? at least, for a little while. i've learnt recently missing someone doesn't require their absence, missing is wanting (needing) somebody and knowing you can't keep them all the time. (at least i think that's why i constantly miss you even when i'm right by you.) my soul is so spilled and i've a fortnight to collect the splashes beneath shoes that have walked across me these past seven months. 

sticky, tired, dancing.