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The Do Ho Suh exhibition at the MCA made me think of that. He made paper rubbings of buildings, including his chilhood home which he then recontructed. It's astounding but he points out if captures his father, as well as himself.
We can never truly go back but we do carry that around in us. We mark them and they leave a mark on us.
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The city is festooned for World Pride, and it made for a really cheerful expedition. 
I have hit the wall on the bad news in the News. I have actively avoided hearing about Syria and Turkiye, though I have donated to the White Helmets, MSF and am trying to find someone useful on the ground in Turkiye to donate to - I just can't get my head around the devastation and the thought of it all. Even the survivors will have PTSD. Everyone in the country will have lost someone, no matter where they live.
Over the weekend there was a dreadful murder in the UK in public in broad daylight. There is a total irrational persecution of trans people being played out on the internet and in the media over there and that's the result. Children killing children. It makes me sick. They tried it in Australia, it's a trick to distract you from the state of the economy and the hospital system (our medicare) being gutted. It's to get you worked up so you don't notice the real problems you should be angry about. The Austrailan public didn't fall for it, so it's very easy to see when it's being done elsewhere.
Yesterday, my feed was filled with the flooding in New Zealand and then the earthquake. It's just too much for me at the moment.
I woke this morning to this pink cloud. It is carefree and playful.
It is hope.
But really, it's just a cloud and if I look at my phone, all the dark troubles of the world will pour in. I'm not sure if I'm overly hormonal and fragile, or if it's just too horrible nowadays? Last night I wondered if I could be the kind of person that didn't read the news. I've never understood how people live like that, but now I can see why.
What do you do when your mood sinks for no personal reason? Any tips on keeping this stuff in perspective?
Any tips on who to give to help people in Turkiye or New Zealand?
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Last year I had to see a plastic surgeon to get some BCCs cut out of my head...I am sure I had a full body check while we were at it. I remember it clearly. I discovered another raised bump in Bali and on my return made an appointment to get it checked out. The receptionist asked if I needed a full body check and I said no, I had it last year. However, while with the dr, he looked at the notes and announced that while I had the surgery last year, the full body check was 2020.
I keep discovering revelations from the lost years like this.
So, this is a short warning that any preventative tests you need to have regularly, you probably need to book it in now, because it was probably last done less recently than you think, if you live in Sydney or Melbourne where lockdowns dragged on for years.
Photos are from the magnificent production of Amadeus at the Opera House, but I feel they visually reflect my distorted concept of time and it's elasticity, folding into the present.
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While at breakfast on the first morning in Bali, a little visitor came to snatch the food off the table while we ate....we were more prepared than the table next to us, and my squeals upset the little boy on the next table, who started crying. His sister, who lost her breakfast to the fast felon, was wide eyed in confusion and their mother, thankfully, was laughing at me and the chaos...however, having arrived close to midnight, it was a wake up call that we were indeed in another country.
