the 'where?' thing
I have been away from the blog for some time. One reason, only being articulated as I type, is that Ruby Street (the physical place) is not mine any longer. I've finally sold up. I've finally left Sydney. It raises a lot of questions about place - physical and virtual. And writing, too. Writing involves place, where you sit, where you write or type, what's out the window or down the street. I don't know where I am at the moment. It's not a bad thing, it's not a good thing. It is simply 'the thing'.
