comfortably numb

they have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet cuff
like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.

stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.

*

my husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

*

they are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
a dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

- extracts from "tulips" by sylvia plath

theres no place like home

a real holiday of sorts. im back in brissie again and the weather is gorgeous, warm and clear most days. theres no need for me to help out at the shop. i half-heartedly plug away at my arts essay but that's not due for another couple of weeks. even dad has no irksome odd jobs for me. to top it all off, i don't have to worry about where i'll be sleeping or what i'll be eating, like i had to on the road last year. completely no responsibilities! it's such a novelty, such a luxury...

so i sit around downstairs in our newly renovated house, which has finally been fitted with an assortment of furniture. i while away the days on the internet, meet up with friends, daydream. these could be the best days of my life and i wouldn't know it.

old blog posts
troilus and cressida
nihilism
epicure
golden horde
dream house