I know now there are no answers, no comfort, no end. Heaven was any place where we were together, and Hell is any place where we are apart. No one, nothing, can change this. Everything we had was taken from us.

You may be dead but I still love you. What I can tell you is that I am happy. I never thought I would ever meet this mystical beast ever again, but here it is, showing up in my day and making me smile for no good reason.

Desolata the exhibition, my contribution at least, was originally intended as a requiem for my trees. The Drought of 2015 had taken a heavy toll on my immediate landscape, with stringybarks dying en masse. The death of the trees was the final straw for my already fragile equilibrium and my mental health declined somewhat. I saw dead trees and it hurt my heart. In order to heal you must examine that which ails you, I have learned that lesson.

Sunday, July 30, 2017. Yesterday, we took William fishing. I was there to watch, being squeamish about hooks, worms and thrashing fish. And when he reeled it in, he was very disappointed to see it was another blue gill.

Thursday, July 7, 2016. I look at that post, re-entering all of those days, the horror and the beauty and the right-here-with-me inside this that he used to be. The endless, endless retching. Knowing it still lives in me. You say this with that light in your eye, in your voice, teasing me. Holy fuck, it is true. What I said all those years ago.

I love being a twin. In general I think twins are great. However, the thing that has been freaking me out most since I found out I was having twins was that these ones are identical. That whole sharing DNA thing is going to stay with them forever. That programme, The Secret Life .

Thursday, 5 January 2012. Some things just look wrong, and that wee redirecting post sitting up here was one of them. Great thought indeed, just not today.

Ramblings About Whippets, Their People and. Musings of a First Time Breeder. I have a few answers to that question.