the ocean, our ocean, cut the water surface for breath, deep rich blue, undulation in the mass of energy, it churns, yearns, pushes and pulls, it is everywhere, above and below and until i find my inner gyroscope i am at its mercy. stretching out, my body is awkward and slow, needs a tune up, i find my skin has limits unlike my imagination, i swim out into big waves, under their bow, up and out, following the physics of the thing, being intuitive. the surf is filled with colour, people, noise and random action, i avoid these children, dodging them as a wave carries me through the crowd, it's been a long time. i play my solo game, i being to feel time slip away. walking out past the sunbakers past the english tourists with their white skin and past the lebanese people with their word tattoos and loud 'doof' music, past the bbqs, i wander across drying in the sun, summer arrived, it feels good. 

i wire some cash to jake so he can pay his rent, i ponder how i will pay my rent, i hope it's pay week, i eat some bananas, cream cheese, dates and walnuts wrapped, in a wrap. i meet my friend tim, the worlds greatest barrister and my friend. we go drink coffee together and discuss the government, both agree that this particular government has been the worst government we have ever lived under, we wonder about how the future will look for the young ones who will be paying back the debt we have accumulated as julia gillard sits in her big home with her big fat pay check, more than obama, and tells australia, 2012 will be the best year yet. have you got your electricity bill yet?

we discuss julian assange whom we both think is brilliant, we discuss quantum physics and music. i tell tim the best concert i have ever seen was the church at the enmore, he says pink floyd was his, we run out of things to say as we are joined by the multitude of brain dead zombies, enemies of love and light and liberation.