Coffee at Kings Park. Woke at 4AM and had a coffee at the lake bush spot while the car engine warmed. Ready for the toilets. Woke several times, uneasy about some visitors but not overly. Who cares?
That’s outwards, Black Mountain on the right.
Dark new moon soon.
Spooky spot, earlier, where I stayed, again.
4 PM
Howling cold wind has hit. From my Ainslie memories I came out to Weston Park and now by the lake to cook dinner. Will try for a stayover spot on the concrete paving again.
Very alone. Thinking all the time about dying, these days. Old Solly the homeless guy behind Campbell High has really moved me. After all these years and immeasurable pain I visit upon his location also as homeless. How would I have known. What a terrible life mine is.
6.36 PM
Moved to the concrete paved carpark. No one here. Cold. Wind doing the damage, but also keeping people away from the lake. A good meal, snug in the van.
Took this before moving here.
Extremely emotional day today, revisiting Ainslie bush. My brother Mark. Solly. School days. Bikes and the Chaly. Ants nests. Red Desert which I’ll have to go back and see again. Our tracks and jumps. And the pain.
And of course my treehouse tree. Ours, really. Older boys. All the boys. A good place to hang myself, I thought.
I wimpered the whole time. So much pain.
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