In Wellington, talking my time over. Early morning blue stuff in the sea. Green peace in the bay.
February 10th, 2013, 8pm
It was 19°C with few clouds.
Stiff breeze, stiff legs after long running. Yesterday’s long run, a regular Sunday event, was late. Twenty-two km after dinner; no recovery before bed, and waking sore and tired. So here we are, back at the waterfront, a morning of digital publishing before us. Greenpeace is in the harbour, Rainbow Warrior docked, by night a red-lit Christmas tree, by day a multi-masted crusader. Deep blue grey sea under grey blue sky.
Other moments in Wellington
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It is often in the small and simple things where we find the answer to who we are :)
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Home is where the heart is!
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Autumn breeze clearing the mind
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To live is not this!
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writing, Prose
He was happy he'd decided to go
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Held back
I'm stuck here in a society that doesn't let me be where I need to be. Held back by the people who birthed me, by the people who learned me, by the people who will bury me when I have lived my shitty, cynical life. I have three options, One which would bring joy to me that I have not seen in a long time, one which would give me the opportunity for me to be possibly the happiest ever happy in the future, and one which would break me apart. Most likely I will have to choose the latter. The one that will break me. The society that we have created will break me, just like it has broken you without you even knowing. We sit behind our computers, reading other peoples stories because we have none to tell. I am not free,if I go out and find a drink, I get arrested. If I go to the orchard nearby, I get arrested. If I try and build a house on some land that I think looks suitable to raise my family in, I get arrested. Is this how life is meant to be? Is this how we started? Is this how we will end? This may not make complete sense, but that's because it's come right from my heart. I hate western society.
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Into the wild
Good luck living in a world like this. I'm off to Alaska.
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writing, Prose
The farmer's beads
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Memories
The weight of a memory
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