Around four hours of sleep. Maybe more. Not sure. All I know is that right now I’m tired and awake and tired and awake and tired and awake and tired. And perhaps I am also awake.
Yesterday I was at a festival. Specifically Good Things. I was there as Culture Eater got the opportunity to both review and photograph the event. I was there to review. Pretty chuffed.
It was a big opportunity for us so of course I was going to take the opportunity to go.
Did the most walking I’ve done in a long time. Had a good time. Enjoyed it. Of course naturally there were some bands better than others, but I think overall it was a good festival.
However, I’ll write all about that on Culture Eater in a few days, so you’ll be able to check out my thoughts on the whole thing there when it goes up.
Well, hopefully in a few days. Depends on how much I do not procrastinate, of course.
For the time being, I’m here at home writing about something. I don’t quite know as to what I’m writing about and all of this feels rather aimless. Still, the need, the urge, the desire to write is all there. I can feel it and I need to spew this all out for some reason or another.
There was quite a lot of walking yesterday. There was also a lot of sun. I did get a bit of a burn because I decided to wait a few hours before applying sunscreen because for some reason I decided to be stupid about sun protection.
Remember slip slop slap. Also wrap. These are all key ingredients to sun safety. Better to be sun safe than sun sorry. Or something like that.
Anyway, it was a good festival. Wait. I’ve already said that.
It was a good festival full of music and people. There was also oxygen. A lot of dust. You get the idea.
It was also really easy to get to. You didn’t need a car to get there if you lived near a train line.
For me, it was just one train to Parramatta. Easy. Then a walk for about fifteen minutes. Maybe ten. Really easy.
I imagine that for others it was a bit more difficult, but still, the convenience is really important and something that I think was a real positive for the festival.
It was also a positive as getting home was rendered really easy, also.
The joys of commute that is easy.
Now I am here and my feet are far less sore and tired than they should be. All that standing and walking should have me in much more pain than I am currently feeling. The lack of great pain is something that I value highly at the moment.
Anyway, I think that I’ve reached the end of the ramblings that I can get out for this day, so this is where I have to stop.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:55:46
I like that this one is a bit more grounded than others.
Probably because I’m too tired to write anything better.
Written in Redfern.