when i touched my feet on melbourne soil and breathed, it smelled of home. i love the way australia smells, it's a sweet, warm and briny. like being on the top of a hill above the sea.
these are a few, quick self portraits i took today before the sun set, after an artist friend sketched me and i realised i hadn't taken any in a long while. the headdress belongs to my friend living here.
here is a picture of my knee from the fall, you can't see the extent of the bruising but it's still pretty gross and very sore. my elbows are also purple. but i like scars, they remind you of things. i have a big scar from a motorbike exhaust burn at the back of my calf. it was from when me and matt first visited indonesia. it was second degree and i can always remember at the time i thought matt looked more hurt than i felt. there is something reassuring about having someone care more about you than you do. especially when you're as hopeless as i am.
