Sunday, 12 October 2014
sand patterns, Kaka Point beach
Struck down with a lurg. Dosing up on pain killers for an extremely sore throat.
sea lettuce, Kaka Point beach
When you're sick, you hone in on to your immediate circumstances. The present is all you have and even then it's as if you are looking at your surroundings through a haze as your body fights to get well again.
old post, St Clair beach, Dunedin
The brain and mind also get caught up in the body's fight to get well. Even a crossword puzzle would require too much effort.
I distantly tap out these words on the keypad as if my brain is wearing woollen gloves.
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