1. There must be a hole somewhere between my foot arch and my ridiculous black bag – I have absolutely NOOO idea how the house keys left the bag and how it could have slipped past me while I was walking Because a) I would have heard it jingleandjangle (it’s pretty bulky) and b) Sillysmall things like a perfume vial and hairclip still remain at the bottom of the bag – all smaller than the house keys I was carrying. Grr. I cannot believe this – speeeechlesss. !!

1a. abcdefghijjk :( sorryyyy D… [Edit: after awhile i receive a txt from D (who is absolutely gracious) to ask me not to worry and she says Love You. She loves me despite having lost her keys. and for that i am eternally grateful.]   

2. There’s an enormous upheaval going on in the Arts Department (they’re getting rid of creative arts, and other subjects i.e. hongkong cinema etc all for the ‘melbourne model’). There’s nothing left hanging on the walls or the doors of familiar lecturers – the doors, all empty, scotchtape leftover (hanging, disarray) like they’re all preparing to pack up and move out. More about that later. But for now, all you have to know is how I pulled a protest poster off the arts noticeboard (when no one was looking, to keep) and how I bought a subject reader from the bookstore and how I sat in union house outside rowden white to read my book.