Restless

Flying with a cold flu is not really pleasant. The days after my flight , my ears didn’t want to pop. I couldn’t hear the half of the things i normally hear, and this is already not much.

Being back in the little outback town, it was hard to get back to a working rhythm. The lay back time caused by broken ribs had made me lazy. It’s amazing how fast a body get used to a lay back life and much harder and longer to get  back to an active working style. 

But work in Alice has dropped down a lot. Just barely 38 hours a week , maybe it was good to have a slow start again, but after several weeks and no bush, there are a lot of hours left over in a week to fill in. The main reason i came back to this outback town was, i could work a lot of hours and improve my life style to a decadent one. But in this state my life style was reduced to the one of the gladiators living on water and bread. In my case more specific, spag bol and spag bol. The family town that i known for ten years now, has also not much to offer a 50-year young single man. All the places have been visited, and nightlife in this family town on my age is reduced to the weekly bingo night. The weight of a little farm carrying on your own becomes heavier and heavier bringing you in a mental state asking yourself , if it’s all worth, having a farm occupied by natural refugees , building a network of tunnels and others reproducing with no worries. I could be laying on a empty white beach under the palm tree’s seeing the sun going under, while writing another episode on my blog. It’s hard to identify yourself with the category of the people of ancient Rome who works whole there life trying to achieve that one goal.  As you see , working less hours gives your brain also more time to work on different angles in life. It’s an amazing thing , a brain. A living entity , full of memories , thoughts, dreams, frustrations and go on and on. And if you give it a break , it just takes over and questions everything but doesn’t give answers. 

Enough brain!Having exorcism my brain, i kept myself busy with my little objects. My 3d-printer was printing day and night. It was a good thing it didn’t had a brain, otherwise it would have definitely given up on me and laying on a beach. I managed to get a few more little fun objects for my private collection. Seventeen in total came to life now, shattered between Europe and Australia. Two slaves (female and male); see, hear and speak no evil; monkey; elephant; baby; joker; Adam and eve; naturist; cat woman; Hannibal; pumpkin; worm and diver. But it stays a private collection. My sales skills are nowhere to find and to reproduce the little objects in industrial ways is an investment that only the wealthy of ancient Rome could afford .

 

Even trying to follow up with my blog becomes a difficulty. Inspiration and creativity are nowhere to be found. There is not much to write about anyway. Tomorrow is the same day as yesterday, and yesterday is the same day as today.