Mon 27th Nov – XPT (South Bound)

When committing yourself to a 9.5 hour train ride, a pleasant mist settles over your brain. You can make out the shadows of activities – there’s the two books optimistically packed, there’s a laptop fully charged ready for holiday admin and bag of food mum packed early in the morning (thanks Mum!) – but they are generic, rather than tangible, concepts. Sort of like an Arts degree. Yes, you could choose to do that, but let’s just hypothetically say you expend that time and effort, are you any different a person to if you stared out a window the whole time? So I stared out a window for a long, long time.

Lost song I rediscovered on the train: 2001 – British Blues.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=XhbxWDWqDVQ
A failed Australian band. I saw them live a couple of times during my first year of university, and now can only find two songs online. I remember going back to the singer’s Surry Hills terrace with Georgina from college. I wonder if he managed to pay back the mortgage on the terrace.

Book completed: what i’d rather not talk about – Jenta Posthuma. My copy is going to be gifted to Hannah Beader, likely by way of Miriam. I declare this worth a reservation at the library. It is a brief but rewarding book.