this is not a story or a poem. this is where i talk about whatever the hell i want.
|i crossed the border between new south wales and queensland the other day. i was amazed at how utterly anti-climactic (climatic?) it was. all thats there is a little sign saying "Welcome to Queensland". Really no different to stepping into another suburb. I stepped over the "border" and looked back, wondering when i would see my home state again.
found a nice little library on the coast with internet access. the middle-aged lady knew i wasnt a local so i liked this place immediately. everyone knew everyone.
i came on WDC to email hal and let her know how i was going and now i hear the distant sound of the waves crashing down onto the rocks. the sun shines through the window beside me, bathing me in light.
i might go and write on a little bench i passed down the road. the first thing i will write in my new journal...I-AM-FREE.