tales from an ordinary world

1999-09-20

A day off. I sit at St Kilda beach and finish my book. Afterwards, I just sit and watch the waves for a while. Some distant speedboats make sounds that, by the time they reach the shore, seem like some sort of submerged water creatures crying out for their mate.

I'm doing a lot of soul-searching. "Quo Vadis ?" Indeed. My powers of concentration aren't what they used to be, and I guess thats my excuse-du-jour for why I'm not making the most of what I have. I feel so distant from everybody - my family, my friends and my various work colleagues..."Fitting in" with each of these different groups always seems like such an effort, somehow. In each case there's a different aspect of my life that matters to them, and I always worry that I'm not able to place enough emphasis on that one thing when I'm with them.