Mojo Pin

Looking through photographs of old friends turned new. They’ve travelled along the same paths as I have, turned into indie rockers and found lovers. Still in Brisbane, some have taken up smoking. Some smoke my brand of smoke. Some have quit. Some have found love and so many haven’t changed very much at all.

I just want to be moved.

I’m a realist.

My job takes up so much of my life, I want it to define me. Being a realist takes a lot of the fun out of life. I’m an animal and a farmer. Life defines me. I don’t define my life.

I was feeling very creative tonight. Jeff Buckley made me stop moving and stare at the wall.

Got a bit drunk last night, walked home.

Walking though wet streets I want nothing but the rain with nothing
other than the rain to replace the faces that left me tonight. Another
face from the company that dispersed, I feel hurt I feel free with my
feet in the wet yet there’s something missing. And that’s you. All the
people that you brought to my life, Pandemic, all the trouble and the
wonder that you’ve brought to my life like a supernova fades into the
wet streets tonight as the last of you leaves. Leaves the bar, leaves
the country, leaves me restless lonely and alone. I See you, Pandemic,
now, as all that was. Company collapse glistens in my 2am haze.