the highlight of my day was probably digging up this leather versace backpack that my mother used to own. make that highlight of like, the year. anyhow, spent chinese new year’s eve at nan tien. it’s an utterly tranquil temple nestled in wollongong’s mountains which i’ve been going to since i was just a toddler. i didn’t take pictures of the exquisite statues or temples there, but found a secluded little lake/woody enclosure to ecstatically invade.
with the backpack and the quiet surroundings, i couldn’t help conjuring phrases such as ‘silvan glade’ to say over and over in my head, or feeling like a kid in one of enid blyton’s adventures… which might not be entirely applicable because it wasn’t really the enchanted woods, nor am i a british-accented picnic-loving child who can accept that ‘dick’ is a normal boys’ name. but hey, when were exam-induced escapist fantasies every applicable?