Beyond the Hollow, Lamma Island, 5:17PM – Stifling.

Entry 150

Moving eight years' worth of existence in a four-wheel cart from one village to the next, down the hill, up the hill, down the hill, up the hill, is like studying under Sisyphus while flirting with heat stroke. It’s okay because life is absurd and the new home is one you chose not out of desperation but because you didn’t have to choose. No one forced you to be Sisyphus. No one but yourself. You want this. Repetitive action allows the mind to lay itself out like a stage. Things come on. Things come off. Just don’t let the cart get ahead of you.