wrote this tonight after experiencing a particularly metonymic vehicle crisis.
or: new years resolutions.

my night with the bike was like this.

chrome against wood against red brick. tweaking of bolts, washers front forks rear wheels. all assembled, then upside down and in half then all apart or in parts.
thoughts: tighten this, straighten that. oh, and the tyres are flat.
then: this thing won't ride.
but finally: just get some new handlebars, adjust the frame - it'll be different, but will definitely ride again. spray some WD40 on the chain, scrub off the rust it got when you left it in the rain. but you need help this time. why not talk to your neighbour - he's always smoking on the stoop when you've needed a favor; fetching papers from his house and offering you wine, didn't he say he's actually got bike deals lined up online..?

so now i'm building a bike out of scrap. with expert help it should come into form as something worn but fantastic. warned, but still riding. a second life as a mutant, sparkling with miles.


i guess i like rhyming?



also: today was beautiful. breakfast is the greatest. also: yesterday was beautiful, and now i have 50 punnets of blueberries. i went to help the harvest at my grandparents' farm. to get there, i travelled four hours on the train to The Score and Four Seasons watching horses canter alongside single carriage platforms. the sky is a different colour when you get out of Sydney. and, i discovered, the people will actually put enough onion in your salad.