Exploring what is beautiful in the broken

Choosing the odd one out

We don’t know if it’s just a token

Or if it’s something to be proud.

I saw a guy blowing on a servo burger. To cool it down, not warm it up.

I saw a guy laying on his side on top of a cardboard box, inside a sleeping bag, grey scraggly hair, glistening eyes, and no cheek on the left side of his face.

Seattle

Passing through security.

Unfortunately sir the machine has registered something at the crotch so we can do this here, or in a private room.

I’m gonna pat you down each let, then the backside, then the front. OK?

Here is fine thanks – but are you gonna buy me a drink after?

No sir, I’m sorry. Please hold onto your pants.

How to keep a marriage going?

“Just stay there”

Luis von Ahn ‘24

The convention should be to say excuse me, when broaching a new subject.

If she is watching a video on her phone. One should ask to interject. Apologise, share the information and do as you intended.

Pobody’s Nerfect. Trut by.

Are you moving into a new pregnant car job death lottery house?

Put that on a gravestone

He went to Pilates each morning. Not for the love of breathing, but to be in close proximity to Sally. A thirty something year old vegan, with hair in a chopstick bun and countenance that couldn’t be taught or learned. Starting each day, with breath work. He’d meditate with a fixed idea of her. Sweat glistening, eyes closed. And he would imagine the air she exhaled, flowing through the room in a blue stream. A vapour trail, exuding from her. Pushing past her lips, and then flowing past his. He’s inhale her blue, and exhale green. His heart warmed, quaking with her. Sweet and warm and treated. Each command would make his skin prickle. Sensitive baked and straining with the heat of the class. The bottom fold of her cropped shirt was impossible. Effort, was a fountain of youth. In the showers after class he wore flip-flops. He’d picked up a kind of foot fungus the year before, that resulted in blisters and then a staffing infection. He’d had a red line from his groin to the instep of his right foot for a day, before going to emergency to be put on a high liquid dose of antibiotics. He’d missed eight of his regular classes and lost his morning place and reservation. Spaces were limited, allocated by attendance, and because he’d failed to notify them in a timely manner, over two days he’d been fined and lost the ability to book all the following week. Although his doctor suggested he take two weeks off to fully recover. After nine days, yellow and battered. He sat in the deep blue mist of her instructions. Breathing out in happy, green company.

Day 1

Arrive in the early morning morning

Find bike shop after going to the incorrect shop. “It was very nice to meet you both”

Got bike from “Damo” – his kid(?) was eating those tinned spaghetti and some bits of scrambled egg with a large spoon. The brief was just that. I was hiver 4 bus tokens, which would take me to the top trail head.

Took Barnabus (the bike) around the lake a couple of times. There were two dads, taking their ~5 year olds for a spin. I passed them a few times, having taken side quests which put me behind them again and again.

“Hello again, good work little man, g’day”

From the lake I rode to the bottom trail head. A shuttle was waiting and looked half full. I had a couple of free tokens in my back pocket. Happy days and good timing. I loaded up my bike, after a bit of messing about, “big ones towards the back”, it was all sorted and I piled aboard. Up-up-up we went. I’d read the board which had a list of trails. This included the difficulty rating (green, blue, black) and a brief overview what to expect on the ride, plus a visual of elevation/decent over distance. At a glance, I saw a blue with a gentle looking decent with a gradual downhill. Perfect for dusting off the cobwebs, I thought.

Sadly I neglected to see the link that was the ‘Snig Track’. 3kms, technical uphill for 177 meters. By halfway I was checking my phone, wondering what happened to the gentle decline of ‘Kingswall’. Silly me. Good to have a warm up I suppose. The downhill came eventually and was gradual enough. A few good pedal bites on the shins made me think about getting some better gear. I arrived at the bottom close to midday and decided to put the feet up, have a coffee and buy some gloves. Lunch was salad, eggs and hummus. The coffee was from Two Doors Down, and I’d go back the next day as the standard was high.

I was worried about my kidneys.

I was laying on a pen

I’m lamenting poorly choices

I’m hoping for a friend

I’ll be hung, drawn and quartered

But, I will live again.