I am a shiny new coin. A small thing. Something that is both beautiful and meaningless. Something that only exists in relation to everything around it. Something that is a part of political ideas and something that is just as easily lost behind the couch. I am in constant flux as a result of circumstances beyond my control, but I am something tangible and real.
In the real world I am an Australian journalist and I spend far too much time on the net or with my nose in a book. I am a malingerer, coffee enthusiast, most often running late or chained to a desk. Keep an eye out at the pub on a sunny Sunday afternoon and you just might see me in my natural habitat.
As trite as a blog seems (and it does, it seems the last resort of an intelligent mind is a blog, it is pathetic and we should all feel ashamed, even you dear reader, even you) somehow I find myself back here. With you. In a dark room. Dear reader, I hope your visit will not just be a one night stand. Hopefully we’ll still be here when the dawn peeks in from around the blinds. And we’ll still be friends at the end of it all.
I wonder who you are, dear reader? Who out there cares to read something stupid that a quite ordinary person felt the need to purge. I wonder whether you’re just drifting by or if you’ve been here before. Whether you’re likely to come back because something I’ve said, even if it’s spelled wrong, made sense to you. Or at least that you could decipher it.
So, in the style of all blog start-ups, wind-ups and fuck-ups, we have to start again, from the beginning. And here you are, in another empty room, wondering why no-one thought to install a window.
Let’s hang out together. It’ll be fun, I promise.
