Nobody Day.
Sat overlooking the Conaust Docks at Whitebay for an hour today, lamenting change. I used to look out over Sydney and feel a mystery, a possibility, an excitement. I loved to look and know that i would never see the full potential, potential that was for a long time permenantly on tap.
A city of adventure. My city.
Its not like that anymore. The city has changed, the people i shared it with have changed and worst of all ive changed. Admittedly there has been a time when ive recaptured what i saw and felt, but it was thru someone elses eyes and despite wishing otherwise i dont see thru those eyes any longer. Such as i might, i now just see another city, boats on a harbour, cars on a bridge, dogs running around parks, people in high rise towers.
I guess Sydney's time is over. For me at least.
Doesnt stop me tho. :)
Milsons Park, underneath Kirrabilli:
Fortress, beneath Maroubra:
Epping to Chatswood Rail Link, aka, Curly's Pad.
This is Clint Ogilvie.
He turns Torana's into divaesque ballerinas.
Unfortunatly he sometimes pisses them in the process.
A city of adventure. My city.
Its not like that anymore. The city has changed, the people i shared it with have changed and worst of all ive changed. Admittedly there has been a time when ive recaptured what i saw and felt, but it was thru someone elses eyes and despite wishing otherwise i dont see thru those eyes any longer. Such as i might, i now just see another city, boats on a harbour, cars on a bridge, dogs running around parks, people in high rise towers.
I guess Sydney's time is over. For me at least.
Doesnt stop me tho. :)
Milsons Park, underneath Kirrabilli:
Fortress, beneath Maroubra:
Epping to Chatswood Rail Link, aka, Curly's Pad.
This is Clint Ogilvie.
He turns Torana's into divaesque ballerinas.
Unfortunatly he sometimes pisses them in the process.