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Always the pain, the chaos of composition. He could not find order in the field of little symbols. They were in the hazy distance. He could not clearly see the picture that is called a word. A word is also a picture of a word. He saw spaces, incomplete features, and tried to guess at the rest.
Previously, on Foxbat…
This year I…
- Tried to figure out what the hell happened the night before.
- And dealt with the inevitable consequences of nights like those, some good and some less than ideal.
- I met someone promising, and wanted desperately for it to work out, and was thankful that it didn’t.
- Someone saw me at a Wellington bar, and was really creepy about it.
- I got a chest infection, and it sucked.
- I lived on a friend’s couch for a couple of months, and thought about my first love, as well as occasionally exhibiting the symptoms of schizophrenia.
- I went home.
- I went to a place just about as far from home as one can manage and couldn’t help but think about what might have been.
- With all the comings and goings of other expats here, I had to say good bye to someone.
- I reminisced about university dorm shenanigans.
- Most importantly, I realised that right next to you is where I belong.
In lieu of new posts, here’s a selection from throughout the year. My thanks for all of your comments and feedback, they’re all greatly appreciated. See you in 2011.
Lots of ideas, no good ones.
