This - My world away from the world. A seldom place where I can sit and not give a fuck. I scribble notes and stare into the ocean like a free running cliché with all the time in the world. Fuck you Melbourne, Fuck you Australia - It’s a strained and pendulous relationship but maybe I love you - I guess - you son of a bitch you. The waves were cruel today and punched the rocks with ignorant brazen. They were raw and unforgiving and I liked to watch. I watched with a credulous expression and the sun reflected from the waves like a supercilious beast. It shone like a god and caused my eyes to writhe in pain. I continued to watch, smiling like an idiot I did and then I thought of America. New York to L.A was the plan. This year it was going to happen and I was going to escape this glorious hellhole. This mutant canopy and this mountain wasteland that I call a home. A road trip and a journey of self discovery or some shit - That’s the plan and I was starting to feel the faint early fog of a new day. A strange feeling of excitement that I haven’t felt for a while. Yep, New York to L.A, I’m sorry Melbourne. I’m sorry Australia, I maybe love you, I guess, I suppose but maybe its time we had a break… you son of a bitch you.