The Journals of Everett True

Saturday May 20

It rains. The day here is the same as the day before and the day before that. I am still no closer to my ambition of deciding what I require from life. Like, motivation. Finally start to write a couple of the overdue Age items - like my single-handed destruction of Perth as a desirable city to move to, and a handful of meaningless True Facts.

Sunday May 21

Duty calls. We travel up to Finsbury Park in the afternoon and sit in Emma's front room, discussing all things baby and based in Melbourne. It's still raining.

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