the empty places with too much in them
The faceless-ness makes it feel like fiction even though they would probably have been a lot like me. which parts though. I used to have dreams about Maybe -an unborn child, mine, but never of any of my ancestors. All those people whose whims led to my existence; would I even know them if they travelled time to bump into me in Brunswick. No just she who would travel through time to be a bump in my belly. It's been so long since I've seen her.
It's not just mishearing and my crazy imagination- I just realised Tom Waits - Town with no Cheer really is about riding on the overland from Melbourne to Adelaide, which is something she told me but I didn't click about until now. Then there's "If you wait I'll give all my aches to you", which is from another song entirely but is in my head anyway. oh my Spirograph mind.
I have been thinking about taking up high school maths as a hobby. Really I could just sit in an empty room with her. Even in busy full rooms where I try to avert my eyes, she warms my day.
male eyes adjust white balance better than females but apparently this makes all light colours seem white. Which explains the trouble I'm having convincing any male that Falcor from the neveredning story movie is light pink. I am basing my weave projecton the theme Falcor vs Nothing.
The countdown is on until a dear friend of mine becomes a housemate. We have been reshuffling furniture from the spare room into other rooms. Some of the stuff got shuffled into the newly tidied back area of our shop which is already messy and full. The sewing machine, the overlocker, the spinning wheel will live there. I tried to aquire a knitting machine also. It's going to be a making space. I'm going to start a collective.