There are two guys having a loud discussion on the balcony of the unit next door to mine. They’re young and ‘entrepreneurial’! One is trying to convince the other that he should take part in an incredible business opportunity .
‘30 countries in 30 days man’
‘it’s never been done before’
‘it isn’t high risk, we’ll be leveraging off the work of others…’
‘come on man, why can’t you understand’
‘it’s all about residual earnings’
This is so depressing this guy KNOWS exactly how the system works but the other one is more sceptical is raising concerns to no avail. All that youthful energy and enthusiasm.
They’re drinking and I can hear that one is either pissing or pouring his drink onto the driveway below, gawd! The conversation degenerates into WTFs and insults all round. Are these guys refugees from schoolies? They sound like they’re 17 but could be 35 year old toolies for all I know.
‘Can you pour me a shot of vodka’
There’s another guy inside and maybe they’re gay.
‘I’m not OUT man, he was OUT last night and that’s what scares me’.
It’s all accompanied by banging and the general loudness of males who’ve had too much to drink. Their voices have that ’bored with life’ drawl that seems to be common amongst twenty somethings and teenagers. Nasaly and slightly posh. The words ’like’ and ‘man’ are ubiquitous. Spoken too quickly their words run into each other and imply a ‘don’t give a F’ and ‘too cool for school’ attitude.
‘We’re waaaasted!’
‘Treeeent you’re not having any more dude, we’ll have a break’
‘I’m not drunk’
‘I love Tom Cruise, Tom Cruise is hilarious. I love Robert Downey jnr’
‘The universe it talking to us man’
‘There’s no RISK we’re in the same band’… [Oh they're a band and 30 countries in 30 days makes sense now].
They’ve gone inside and I can’t hear anymore. it’s a mystery to me who lives next door. Since the couple with the wifi number plate moved out 2 months ago the unit has been rented by a middle aged Polish woman called Gresna, whom I met briefly but have barely seen since. No one seems to actually sleep there. But now and again people turn up for an hour or so. I’ve seen one of these boys/men once and he’s what I’d call a swoopie, that is he has a large swoop of straightened blonde streaked hair across his forehead and a slight bouffant at the crown, super low cut skinny black jeans and a mobile stuck to his ear. Way too camp when you think about it, but they all look like that now. Too much emphasis on the hair I think.
No one ever stays long in the unit next door.
the blue painted houses of the Greek isles, the blue doors and window trims of adobe houses in Taos, New Mexico, the palest birds egg blue of a porcelain cup, the blue of travel. Blue is everywhere; royal blue, duck egg blue, sky blue, marine blue, airforce blue, sea blue, midnight blue, cerulean blue.
Well I’ve just finished a book that I’ve been wanting to read for a long time, The serpent rising: a journey of spiritual seduction by 
Well yesterday afternoon went well but I hardly slept last night, three hours at the most. Believe it or not, I feel over stimulated by meditation which is a bit crazy considering there has been so little external stimulus and the objective has been to achieve a calm and peaceful state. But I’m at the point where I just feel like I want to keep meditating because my mind is primed for it, if that makes sense?