I don't really have anything to write about. No witty observations about Bunbury, its people or its proximity to the most isolated city in the world. I do have a small piece of news. I drank another latte. Incorrectly frothed, but not so bad. Its at a cafe in Bunbury Centrepoint called Good Temptations. Semi-hippy.
There in fact is much going on in my life right now. The irony of this is that I am at my mum's house and everything is going on far far away from me, oh and in my head, which is often far away. These big things are consuming me, but I feel distant from them. I guess that is why I decided to come here. Some would call it running away, I would call it distance to aid in perception which inevitably ends in a dullness of emotion that allows you to forget. Oh, I guess that is running away. Fuck. Its not even a big deal. Someone told me last night that I over-react, that I stress too much. Where is my Vipassana now?
I have noticed that mum does not always need an answer. Vipassana helps me with seeing more clearly my mother's real intentions. Thanks.
I need to write a book.
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