I went to Sydney. To fly my little elephant.
I saw
a duct.
And the train broke down in Green Square. It was pronounced terminal. We disembarked and caught another train to
By this time it was getting late. So late there were no more buses.
I finally made it by taxi to B.’s house.
Something about this picture taken in front of the Opera House
You sound technically unhappy, but untechnically very happy.
Or maybe that’s because I just watched David Byrne & St. Vincent’s music video for their song, “Who?”
I did too. I don’t think it’s very good. Maybe they would like me to make them a better one.