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Some more pictures from my walk by the river - curtailed yesteray because it was SOOO COLD - I lost contact with my face half way to the ponds....decided to turn back because my teeth were aching....mood not improved then, since the early morning...and news that the bigbird's trauma's continue...why, when he is depressed, does my urge to do BAAAAD things to him increase? MAybe it has something to do with THIS?
there is a flawlessness about his physicality that makes his emotional fragility almost too much to bear........as Sasha has discovered....looking back , I think this moment from Hamburg, and the following moment from Roland GArros represents how most people who love Marat feel, right NOW!
(At least, I can say for myself, Sasha...I FEEL you, dearest!......and sometimes, to save yourself, as well as the thing that you love, the only policy is to step AWAY...step back from the edge .....)
And the mobile phone is never far away, even when Sasha is on holiday in Italy - and man, does he deserve it!
*Sighs*......Well, I have had the BB virus for the best part of seven years, and my viral load does not seem to diminish - because after every period of remission, it comes back stronger than before! given that I have never spoken to Marat, never been closer than about 100meters from him in "real life", and STILL caught the infection, one can only IMAGINE the torture that Sasha has endured - no wonder he felt the need to recover by the sea while MArat presumably at least TRIES to sort himself out, but I can't help thinking that the morose MArat on show at the moment is evidence that he's missing TWO things in his life.(Sasha, and a serious and fundamental lack of self confidence and belief...) everything else?
"To be honest, I don't really care," Safin said
"If the world collapses, I don't really care."
......OH! MARAT!!!!......(shakes head, sends astral hugs and hopes the universe will do the rest).
Disclaimer: I am brilliant at recognising sound advice most of the time, and sometimes I can even give it.However, I am CRAP at following it...I can't give him up because I don't want to..althougth I am perfectly capable of seeing why I should....which is the worst symptom of the disease!!!
Reasons why I love my town, my place.....being here and alive and relatively healthy and not somewhere or somebody else.....
Mornington Peninsula - Redhill at Easter this year:St Kilda:Spencer Street Station,revamped with the 'loopy' roof but not quite finished in time for the Commonweath Games - but they built it round me I was working locally at the time, shifts, usually on the last train hme - so saw a lot of it going up...it was quite an interesting time...(no-one FROM Melbourne will ever call it "Southern Cross" tho...): They pulled down a pub on the corner of Flinders and Russell Streets - now you can see the gargoyles...
Pics from my mobile phone. I love it when another layer is revealed..there IS always an alternative reality...and with THAT, call me predictable, I shall ascend to FluffyPinkCloudLand and SNAP that red waistband hard against that abdomen......I can hear the 'thwack" now.....sighs - why resist the inevitable?
- Location:somewhere in between a rock and a hard place
- Mood:
cold - Music:filthy gorgeous
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