Once again in Australia, for the second time in my life. I remember trying to get all our stuff together to leave. Staying in a hostel with many others, multiple levels and multiple trips back and forth attempting to gather everything. It’s not just my wife and I though, I’m helping other people.
I wake up and it’s 5:45 pm — too early to wake up for the day when I only went to bed after noon. I manage to get back to sleep.
Discussing an isolated rural part of Japan, a single town with a name like Duport, or Depont. Doesn’t sound Japanese, in retrospect. It’s possibly cut off from road access. Could be haunted, in a HP Lovecraft/Cthulhu-people kind of way.
An isolated town in Australia with three residents, or maybe three homes. I can peer past gates to see corrugated steel rooves. Ringing the number for the town and hearing a phone inside ring.
Then, a view flying over an abandoned Middle School, perhaps the same town, but still in Australia. The field between buildings is an overgrown basketball court. A lone kid walks through it on a long journey somewhere by himself. At the other side, which is another entrance to the school, a kid in a wheelchair is pacing back and forth between the door and a long coastal inlet. There’s so much room in this country they have space even on the coast for empty real estate.