Chit Chatting

dall.e wacky watercolour of a fruitarian's bong

When I was 17, I moved to Geelong to go to Deakin University. What followed was a year and a half of eye opening, brain exploding, mind numbing, CONVERSATIONS with everyone from a fruitarian who walked around naked, guitar players, bikers, speed dealers, philosophers, women and men of all different backgrounds and futures. It was a time when we were all getting to know people, then deepening that until we reached the core of who we are.

Well, being back in Sicily felt like that. Except without the nude fruitarian or the bongs.