No more Sydney...

Didn't do much on Friday, because it was raining heavily all day in Sydney. Ended up just hanging around the backpackers, reading Life, the Universe and Everything, listening to Hilltop Hoods, and watching/making fun of Windtalkers with some English backpackers. Wrote a little bit too, including this, which I don't think is finished:

It's a present

It might seem to us like this leaf's been thrown away.
That doesn't mean it's rubbish.
It's probably not going to make us any money.
But we don't have to sweep it away out of resentment.
What would make us think we had the right to do that anyway?
It actually contains a secret message. It's probably not a message any of us will ever consciously understand very well. But we don't need to understand it, just to receive it. The deep, buried bits of ourselves know what to do with it.
It's going to self-destruct. But that will take a while, and it's components will go back down into the earth to feed other messages.
So it's not rubbish.

Friday night I went down to Circular Quay, even though it was still raining a bit, and took a few long-exposure photos.



Saturday morning I met up with Dave (a friend from Ballarat who now lives in Sydney) and hung around the city and Circular Quay and had lunch. It was raining a fair bit still.

At one point on the plane flight back to Melbourne there were ice crystals forming on the outside of the windows. It was pretty cloudy where we started the descent, and it was a little bit turbulent.
I'm glad I'm back now, because I've missed everyone.

McLeaves

Last night Ali told me that I should go to the McDonalds in Collins Street and have a look inside, because I would like it. Went there this morning and I didn't like it at all.

They have all these leaves hanging from their roof, like I do in my room, except that theirs are all big and fake and plastic!

My leaves

Leaves

I've not been doing much the last two days, because I've gotten a bit of a cold, and have been pretty tired due to busyness and lack of sleep. Yesterday I mostly just hung around our apartment while Ray did Jono's dreads, and in the afternoon I started cleaning up my room. I find that when my room is in a mess, that's what my mind tends to be as well. Afterwards I was wondering what the implications of that are for people who don't have their own private space, but have to live in public space. I ended up hanging a whole heap of leaves from the ceiling. I want to put heaps more up, but don't know if I will. Today I left my window open so they'd blow around and stuff, and they got all tangled up again, which meant more room/mind maintenance, so I'll probably not leave the window open all day tomorrow. Ray said maybe they looked better tangled, but I feel better with them untangled.