This is Townsville (in Hopelandic)

What is happening now as this garden tool sees it, here in Townsville, Queensland, Australia. I have been on planet Perth for a while and now I am not. Things are falling into place and not apart, as the less relatable reptiles would have hoped. Those around me have filled me with hope and I am so grateful for all the support and connections made. I wouldn’t be here without you, us and the universe that always supports.

I am aware that this comes from a place of privilege. I am also aware that I never felt like I deserved anything anyone ever did for me, and was always very confused about what the fuck was going on. I also did my best to slip away unnoticed, whilst quietly yearning to be noticed. Yeah, I am a real enigma wrapped in a cliche and glory-holed into an algorithm. You won’t find professor Gore here though, just an old hamster-wheel gaffer-taped to a fairy-floss gyromabob. Enough hyphens, this is starting to look like a gimPT wrote my musing of the day.

Before I left planet Perth I was shutting myself in a room and not wanting to face-the-face. Slowly but surely, things keep falling into place here (yes, I ran to paradise haa!). I was listening to this Sigur Rós tune (Ára bátur), thinking it sounded quite hopeful, only to find a translation on YouTube that instantly broke me and then filled me with hope. There was not even a translation for the hopeful part, just “In Hopelandic”.

Amazing, I am healed, well done, we can pack this possum panto show up now.

Just so we are clear, I have never really cared to know what Sigur Rós lyrics “mean” until this point, as the music is truly moving and lyrics can be distracting. Anyway, the track is a little over the fucking top for how I feel at the moment, but people who know me know I am a little dramatic sometimes, so it checks out!

Thank you for giving me Hope!