Sunday, January 11, 2015


It is a long time before you come unto it, you pass it in an instant, and leave it for ever. That's too easy, Tom, and you know it. You've erased the scab you knew was there but stings all the more for getting yanked off. I'm in bed listening to doves and thrushes and the murmur of Battlestar Galactica. The actor looks famous, but I can't find his name. Is that the instant you mean, so ordinary? I remember walking across the campus of New South Wales with Hazel Smith. I have no memory of what we said.

--10 January 2015

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