Little ripples in a big pond

Irian, Indonesia (1979, September 12-13)
A number of earthquakes generated a series of tsunami that destroyed many low-lying coastal houses. The death toll was probably less than 100 people.
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I didn't do it. I swear.

I'm enjoying a quiet moment today - a pause, caught up amidst the chaos of the last few weeks. I'll venture outside soon enough, but for now it's been enough to fill my house with music and my head with books. I'm almost at the turning of the tide... half my day has been full of space, and soon the other half will fill with people. Balance in all things :)

I still have work to finish, but it can wait for tomorrow. Today is for remembering where I've been, and for wondering where I'm going. I've been a painter, a scientist and a sculptor. I'm slowly transmuting into a writer. I like pulling broken things apart, finding out how they work, and making them better. I play with colours, shapes and words. I've become comfortable in the knowledge that I will never be comfortable staying static.

Tomorrow, I have an interview for a job I haven't actually applied for. If it works out, I'll start designing books while I wind up my studies for the year. The company may take hours to reach from here, but if I've learned anything over the past twenty seven years, it's that I don't mind time alone with my thoughts.