A short hai from Melb. I am now living out of a backpacker sharehouse packed with people. The kitchen is feral, but the people seem sweet, and so I will probably continue this (sp)iffy experience for the 2 months until I return home and figure something else out. Gone is the comfort of warm fudz and fatcat and fireplace and room of my own, but that is alright (I assure myself), because in light of recent events involving bitchy landlady, the better situation is now. I cannot say how much The Cinematic Orchestra has saved my nerves these past few months – they come highly recommended. Even the weather reports seek to assuage hints of depression – seems like its getting warmer! I felt so stupid in my coat today that I stripped at the traffic light. Pedestrian pole dance, anyone?
K, terrible images aside, I should get back to my essay on Plath, who is so astonishingly wonderful. I love poets who leave me breathless, and sometimes the first lines of Howl run through my head more often than they should.
