The souls of the Indigenous are never forgotten here. I pay my respect.
Visually it’s a cross between Antigua, Zakynthos, and Australia. Careful not to swim too deep. Reports of white pointers abound. Still, I cool my brain in the undersea world. Knowingly, I’ll get back to that painting with vigor. Ned awaits too.
Read Helen Garner’s “The Spare Room” and revisited my own guilt and horror. Helen’s interpretation of the anger that comes with the job gives me solace.
On a lighter note, trying to visualise how 14 people slept in Cody’s room which contains only 2 beds.