#thesoundtrackofnam...

#abouttoday...
"Reflecting on today i should have eaten more than bubble tea, pineapple and an airplane "meal" [its not really that bad, i don't know why airplane food gets so much hate...] it had been 12 days and the police still hadn't finished or rather- hadn't started the insurance report for my stolen iphone. Anh said its because it got taken from your hand, in daylight, at the same intersection that the police station is on- so it makes them look bad and lazy... which is what they are! he said.
i sat in the police station for too long again, one of the girls who run the hostel translated for me; a whole lot more aggressively than how i put it and it worked. she added things like " she'll call the australian embassy and report you... if she misses her flight tonight you'll be paying for it etc etc" i was very thankful that she was there with me.

before this experience began, i wondered what the soundtrack would be and since my chosen music was removed from me on the first day here; the soundtrack naturally became the experience itself...
the lyrics are foreign, the melody- both haunting and playful. sounds cut in and out of each other but with a sense of belonging; traffic- motorbike horn, a stream of flowing water, the sound of children playing, bricks falling down, someone coughing up, an old woman weeping and begging, weeping and begging, a dog and a chicken, a man laughing and still laughing, layers of silence and if every shade of green had one sound- that... and a woodwind instrument and my beating heart...

The album art would be something like a collage of motorbikes colliding around a monument of earthly significance made of buffalo-head triangle cheese and everything would be drowning, sinking into the ocean but in a hopeful way... with yellow flowers in there somewhere. 

and that is the soundtrack of my #namtownadventure"

the first step is admitting it...

i like life;
that doesn't mean it's easy but i do like it and i also like to think that im deliberate in life. I deliberately don't watch the news; #donthate- i have my reasons... anyway i guess you'd say i accidentally stumbled across a news segment on free to air tv tonight regarding the violent murder of a British man.
This just happened to be after i'd finished watching the film exit through the gift shop.
Which just happened to be two days after some old ladies at an op-shop gave me free readers digest books about a war that happened before i was born....which happened to be just hours after reading something like "whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things" plus this song has been in on my mind for so long now #maybeaweek [that song is beautiful and tragic and its the bitterness of the past and the hope of the future. It reminds me of how i felt when i first moved to Melbourne, just over a year ago. Also it's called new country]. Somehow [and im still trying to work out how but somehow] this is all connected for me and has brought to the surface the following questions:

 +that's not ok, is it?
+how can humans do that to other humans?
+what is art?
+if i own books, am i obligated to read them?
+how do we "think about such things" with all these distractions? #becauseidowantto
+how do we get good as doing this life thing? im mean consistently?
how do i write a song like that?
["look at the way it ought to be"]

anyway then i drew this guy and started this blog and thought about how much i don't know...