cities dont accept backpackers

your glassy eyes betray you

back tracking a little:

I celebrated my birthday by breaking my thumb on tjinns car door. went to A and E to get my nail removed and restitched on. before that i spent 17 hours q-ing up for the swee lee sale and bought a fender telecaster.

I left the country a few days ago for sydney. Im staying at an inn with a good lee harvey oswald view of oxford street below. Its the gay district of sydney and when i go out at night to get some food i can see men in thongs behind the glass windows of clubs , and leather and pvc queens making their rounds.

i found a place to stay with no bond or lease. Its with a 77 year old man who looks like he might expire at any moment. he seems nice enough though.

Removed the bandage and was amzed to see that my thumb bears a striking resemblance to oyster boy. a crack for a smile and two little holes where stitching was for eyes.

Im trying to not think so much about singapore , and telling myself that the loneliness will pass. i figured out some of the buses, sidney has been taking me around. trying to get adjusted as fast as possible.

its funny how fast you get used to the cold and it seems like the only thing youve ever known and that you havnt come from somewhere warmer.

sydney is a real melting pot of people from pretty much everywhere.

i went to a museum for modern art today. the kind of art that completely baffles me by its complete lack of aesthetic value. am i missing something? rooms with looped videos of people standing still, rooms with random objects splayed about. white canvasses with black angular lines. i mistook a seating area for an installation art piece.
i think alot of modern art is fucking bollocks, validated only by art world marketeering and perpetuated by pretentious art world opinion leaders. or maybe i just dont get it.

After that i walked around the harbour. there are so many old art deco buildings around. the wind and cold are refreshing but make u smoke and drink alot.

im exhausted.