Whhhooophhh.
What a looong time it's been since I was possesed by the mental space to write with any dexterity to any of you. It's been workworkworkwork, and my weekends, those last bastions of sanity, have been too sacred to document and broadcast.
Anyways, did I write to say I'm not writing? No. It's Melbourne Cup day on Tuesday, which is a big horse race and a national holiday (No Halloween, yes horses. I dunno) and so Jess and I are treating ourselves right with a big trip. We're off to Sydney and getting a car to spend our next four days basking in the summer sun and frying to a crisp in the grottos of the gold coast. Should be nothing shy of incredible, if for no reason than to be free from work for a couple days.
Anywho, will completely decorate my eLife with photos and videos aplenty once I return from afar. Plans for the next few months are crystalizing quickly, all promising adventure and exploit. Bryan from PO is with us as well these last few weeks and has done something just shy of parting the red sea when it comes to taking some stress off our shoulders.
One thing I've learned while wandering is that the tedious life moves very fast, so fast that if you stay put for any length of time it will catch up to you and sink it's endless, miasmic days into your skin, creating what will appear to be, for all intensive purposes, a life like any other. So you have to be quick, don't stop moving, or they'll get a tie on you before you know it, and your moments will come rattling off a film strip instead of your own red hands.
Gotta run,
Nick.
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