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I slept late today and spent what was left of the morning scanning old photos. Take a look here to see one of my favourite shots from my time overseas: not some beautiful church, tower, gargoyle or view - no, it's a community of ETs hanging out inside a game machine at Brighton Pier. Stand by for more reminiscy København posts.

I had lunch with Emma at the Red Eye Cafe, Wanganui. If you've ever sat in the rear courtyard, you'll be familiar with Maiangi Waitai's incredible mandala mosaic on the wall of the adjoining building. The building is soon to be demolished, and it's going to be difficult to save the mosaic. Here's hoping they find a way.

Having transferred my belongings from Ange's car to my dad's car upon arriving in Wanganui yesterday, I had only to put on my responsible driver hat and get the oil/water/tire pressure checked before taking off out of town. The view from the servo across the river is quite pretty.

As I drove, experiencing the eXtreme lack of sound quality on my hastily-made mix tapes, the straight edges of the world began to dissolve revealing hints of the scope of possiblity before me. (Don't worry, I kept to the left.) This feeling of unattachedness is thrilling. I'm slipping through the cracks of my 9-5 lifestyle and the lines are blurring - an existence other than the one I foresaw seems possible. Anything seems possible. I feel like I'm shedding my old skin and I wonder what the new one will be like.



The absolute worst thing that happened today was the discovery that the windscreen wipers on Dad's car scream.

This evening I'm live from Hunterville.