Regretfully, I have not woke my camera from its slumber too many times since I last wrote. I could say I’m letting it rest as the next eleven months will be trying times for the little guy. On that note, wow, already one month has drifted by. I have only floated around, but this breeze can be a hurricane and sometimes I like to being carried away.
Upon leaving Noosa and travelling north in our new to us Land Cruiser, I have developed a relationship with the car seat, my sweat now a part of the back rest. We managed to keep our eyes open long enough to make it to Airlie Beach in only a few days, surviving on indie music, servo sandwiches, and the good old H20. Another few nights of relaxing turned into a long nights out with our friends Jack and Ronan, brothers now. We could have grew up together, you could never tell, judging by the everlasting smiles staining our sunburnt faces. Plans change, but it was these two fellows who threw the wrench in ours. We then picked up the wrench, tightened our hearts, and let loose when we arrived south of Brisbane, which is where I am now. Kyle and I decided to go to a place they call Surfer’s Paradise rather than Cairns, for most, it is the obvious choice.
The hours passing by like the white lines on the asphalt, we find ourselves grateful for running water and tall buildings. Civilization has charmed us yet again. Although, I cannot complain about our travels. True nomads trekking across barren land speckled with livestock and sugarcane. Rolling hills grew larger with every passing moment, only to recoil in our mirrors. My mind lost in space unable to grapple at any physical manifestation of something recognizable, the dirt evolving in colour, the road crumbling behind us. No way we would turn back, but I could not mark the point of no return in spite of this. How far have we travelled? Chasing the sun into the horizon was our favourite past time, never getting close enough to see its eyes, but close enough to recognize its beauty.
Time enjoyed wasting is not time wasted. I cannot say we have wasted anytime with anything we’ve done. I am the serial killer of time and it cowers in the corner as I approach, only to reappear when I wake. Clocks freeze when I am near and spin freely when my gaze is distracted. I am a little kid with the strongest Pokemon card and hold all the power, running freely to wherever I please. Sometimes my mind wanders beside me and is carried away by the breeze, but my shadow never leaves me so I know I’m still here. I just find it hard to believe I’m on the other side of the world, but no matter where I am I’m me so I’ll never get lost. This has been a time of reflection and disassociation of responsibility and I am nothing but lucky for my health and the kindness of the clocks.
I would still really like to join a band. I bought a guitar and it is very nice, so thank you whoever invented such a beautiful instrument.
Peace.
