I wrote this in a little blue book I write in sometimes when I had to sleep in a Canadian Airport for 6 hours. Thought I’d share it.
”I awake after a broken sleep in the warm airport, the stale smell of urine alerts me to the somewhat embarrassing revelation that I must have pissed myself in my sleep. Perfect.
It’s cold outside too, but not to the extent that a sun-kissed Australians naive proclivities would have him assume. Still, cold.
I am as far removed from my comford zone as I can be. I am excited, I am nervous, I am fucked.
The first thing I notice as I ride through town is everything is covered in snow. Everything. It hugs on to the world like an ironically freezing blanket…”
