layers

after a journal-writing-drought lasting maybe six months, i started writing for myself again. sat up all night, feverishly scribbling in anti-prep for stressful family christmas times; finally doing the birthday present (a hand bound, blank book with heart-wrenchingly beautiful sunbeams of friendship) justice, that lashna made me in september.
it feels good to be home, regardless of immediate immersion in the mess of convoluted family politics that is christmas. i arrived back in melbourne late last thursday; already missing the chaos of thommy's house in hobart, and a few people in particular... but just as much as i miss it, i am glad to have left. seeing lara and indra, grant and skye made me feel safe and loved and home again, as the fluidness of plutonic physical contact was reinstated - something that is essential to my happiness and was fiercely scarce during my month in tasmania.


Earth | Time Lapse View from Space, Fly Over | NASA, ISS from Michael König on Vimeo.