Me: . Is the indie kid without the indie pretentiousness. I'm the Aussie wannabe that tries too hard. Loves medicine and believes that it is a vocation, but is still ridiculously excited at the prospect of having a Real Job. Christian. Loves books and philosophical discussions conducted too late at night. Loves soft morning light and dusk. Obsessed with indie blogs, photography, knitting, music, 50s fashion and cats. Collects bird-themed brooches, expensive stationery and red lipstick. Dislikes cringe moments, raisins and being cold. Hello.

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010 @ 2:34 pm | comment (0)


Some things you can feel coming. You don't fall in love because you fall in love; you fall in love because of the need, desperate, to fall in love. When you feel that need, you have to watch your step; like having drunk a philter, the kind that makes you fall in love with the first thing you meet. It could be a duck-billed platypus.

-- Umberto Eco, 'Foucault's Pendulum'

Now that I'm in a better place, I sat down and tracked the spiral as it wound down and down and down. From last August where I was sure that it was just a matter of time, that it was just a matter of waiting till forever. To October where the milk was just a tinge sour. To December and January, where I was just coming to the realisation that it had gone bad. And then the months of anguish, of effort, of too little, too late.

And then the end.

It was a relief.

And then, alone, I could breach the surface.




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