Melbourne catch up

Why is it easier to write creatively about a real person? Are all stories a way of improving life? 

House sat for Amelia; house was a cleaner grown up version of mine. Enjoyed walking dog to the park, and general Coburg vibes. When we arrived, I'd taken kid to Vic Markets where he took amazing photos including of flower stall, which deserves its own post. They he headed home with his Dad, though not after begging me to stay with him, and I went to meet school friends. Tim introduced me to Dave, a country reared mix like me and Amelia. Jono is living with Dave's family. He wanted to know if I cry in films, I said crying in films is what Xmas day is to an atheist. Forced emotion. 

He wanted to talk about philosophy, I said logic infiltrates your life, a framework to explain emotions but he said rationalising emotions is why neoliberalism flourishes. He also critiqued authenticity as a near impossible state, before ending our conversation distracted by hunger, his eyes glazing when I tried to steer conversation to a discussion about society's enduring belief in a medical clinic for fixing.  

I dreamt Jono bought a house in the country, old, falling down, and I agreed to hug him goodbye, so I could sniff his t-shirt, worn in and comfortable. I think this is because I left pub without saying goodbye!

Picture of me matching Amelia's kitchen tiles; second photo by son playing photographer at markets




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