• The return trip to Sydney, just before my cheese, tomato, ham, lettuce and chutney sammie. And an apple. I like Qantas: they don't charge me for a sandwich.
  • This was a little sketch I threw together while in the air on the way back to Brissie. Really just a quick something to occupy my mind in the moments between here and there, really – not based on anyone in particular. I do think she’s a cutie though. She’s fun-loving and sweet, but there’s always something a little sad about her, a little shadow of something that sits behind her left shoulder… not quite sure what it is. It isn’t anything horrendous, or evil, just a little persistent sadness that flits around the edges of her being, never too far away from her thoughts, even though happiness might try to drown it out occasionally. Oddly enough, the times that are meant to be most joyous tends to bring that little nagging something back for her most strongly – while everyone in laughing and clapping during a party, her mind has wandered off to other things, deepened a sense of loneliness already too present within her…

    Wow… that’s rather depressing, isn’t it now! I don’t particularly know why I am getting this from her, but it is just the way it is. Some of the people who leap from my mind are happy, quirky, outrageous creatures who hardly have a smack of anything too much deeper about them. Or if they do have something deeper, I can at least tell what it is. This girl? I just don’t know. I don’t think that she was ever one of those ‘out there’ type of people, but something happened… something that brought this haze of unhappiness over to shroud her, something she cannot forget, but wouldn’t want to. There are some things that although we say we want to forget, we hold them close. We don’t actually wish to forget them, so much of the time, just find a way to let go of the pain that comes along with them. A task more easily set than possibly achieved.