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a tree in Taronga Zoo with Sydney in the distance

I got off the train in Newtown and a guy was singing with his guitar for change -- "Now that you know what you want, what do you want from me?"

Sitting at Tropicana earlier I realized I didn't have that mad certitude I have to force myself to have to function sometimes -- didn't need to. It seemed as obvious I'd be back there lazing about and drinking Italian sodas as knowing I'll be in New York soon also lazing about and drinking Italian sodas (all between busting my ass of course). With my income, its presumptuous to call this place my second home, but so it goes. Right now, mainly I'm itching to be somewhere above the second floor. I've felt many things for weeks now, among them -- short. Sitting there, I also realized I've done everything I can this trip and honestly more. I'll be back. Anything in the world could happen in my last 16 or so hours here, but the task is complete, and more than anything that's a reassuring feeling.

Next post, probably audio, probably from Los Angeles. I will read pretentious film magazines on the plane, mainly as a matter of perverse principle.