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You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.

Ezra leads us a merry dance...

I came to see the damage that was done

Donger #1. Howrah Beach, Howrah. September 2012. How many cliffs is too many cliffs? For Ezra and Henry, you can never have too many cliffs. Diving into the Wreck , Adrienne Rich First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put on the body-armor of black rubber the absurd flippers the grave and awkward mask. I am having to do this not like Cousteau with his assiduous team aboard the sun-flooded schooner but here alone. There is a ladder. The ladder is always there hanging innocently close to the side of the schooner. We know what it is for, we who have used it. Otherwise it is a piece of maritime floss some sundry equipment. I go down. Rung after rung and still the oxygen immerses me the blue light the clear atoms of our human air. I go down. My flippers cripple me, I crawl like an insect down the ladder and there is no one to tell me when the ocean will begin. First the air is blue an...

Reality is the leading cause of stress among those in touch with it.

Sometimes life is just too hard .

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.

Boys can be stupid. Sandy Bay Rowing Club, Sandy Bay. August 2012. Higher Ground by Caryl Phillips. A sadly familiar tale repeated three times. The pain of a subjugated identity and the damage it does resonates. Bleak stuff. B+ . Memoirs of a Porcupine by Papa Kibandi. No full stops, no colons, semicolons. No punctuation but commas. Also, the narrator is a porcupine. Not for everyone. A mashup of African folk tale and general craziness. C .

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.

Ezra, don't shove your bother's head down the drain...

Experience is not what happens to you; it's what you do with what happens to you.

Sydney, as seen from the Manly Ferry. September 2012. Theme Thursday again and the day is nearly over. I didn't have a strong FOUNDATION to start with, and I will be frank and confess that the sheer number of panties, knickers and assorted ladies undergarments that I was confronted with today really did undermine any potential ideas that I was planning this Theme Thursday. It was a warm start this morning. 23°C when I stepped off the bus in town (7:40 am) which meant that every second lady in Hobart seemed to have opted for a skirt or dress. However, the 140 km/h renders the combination every pervert's dream . What's the emoticon for blush again?

In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

Can you find Henry?