the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky...

Music: Pink Floyd

I am reminded of a moment with my mother last weekend. She asked me if I really was so concerned about the world. I said yes, and that many of my friends felt the same way. That the nightmares artists conceive, in film, in books, in music, in paintings, is not as unreal or far fetched as they may at first appear.

"But this isn't new thought", I explain, "generations before mine have felt this. It's just for other reasons now." War, science, environmental disaster, what people will do to get their way - it's all frightening.

My mother, brow creased, said she didn't realize I felt this way. She thought it was only her.

"There are so many ways for this to turn out. All we have to do, is chose the best way."

The world we live in is fierce.

these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds, are immune to your consultations, quite aware of what they're going through.

Music: David Bowie (again)

those children, pulled through in the end. I thought it would be a narrow escape, but they showed strength and courage like the world hasn't seen them do in years.

Ah. Change.

Blowing in on this sticky breeze.
My heart celebrates in a garden, as it waters the seed.

funny how secrets travel

Music: David Bowie

"I'd start to believe, if I were to bleed, thin skies, the man chains his hands held high
Cruise me blond, cruise me babe
A blond belief beyond beyond beyond - No return No return

I'm deranged; deranged my love
I'm deranged down down down
So cruise me babe cruise me baby

And the rain sets in
It's the angel-man"

don't you know - sometimes I could just kill for a good conversation

Music: !!!

The night is alive with sounds of post Derby Day celebrations - the air, like a jungle, is full of hoots and whistles and the occasional burst of drunken laughter.

On Friday zombies roamed Melbourne's streets.

Beyond the suns that guard this roofs, beyond your flowers of flaming truths...

Music: Cake

Things are looking up, I guess. Everyday is a new day; maybe not a better day, but another step towards solving problems and doing things better.

PS: I've been reminded about Pay It Forward - do you want to play?

Emma, will be sending me and two other bloggers a handmade gift, in return, I will send a handmade gift to readers of my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I'm still looking for bloggers who'd like to participate - the only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.

PPS: I've been asked to take photos at CD launch and I can't go because it's the night of Dandy Warhols. If you know anyone who'd like to swap Friday tickets for Thursday ones, please let me know!

we overcome in 60 seconds with the strength we have together - but for now, emotional ties, they stay severed.

Music: Massive Attack

The shock is dripping off me like tar in the hot sun. I feel thick and heavy from today's news. Work stuff, you know. I've come away with mixed feelings. It seems that every aspect of my life right now is a pressure cooker: work, finances, love.

The last week has left me exhausted. So many questions without answers.

I need a break.

...out on the horizon and fading away... and I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh.

Music: Ryan Adams

I stop, lean back and take a deep breath.

The sun hits the stairwell like tears in the wallpaper, every crack grinning and ragged.
You stand before me, glass eyes deep, and all I want is to remember how I once read poetry on the bus home.

I love this. Ah, stop motion.