Well, where we go, into the void of the typing in order to get somewhere that is not where I was. I had written something up this morning but had to abandon for various reasons that I will not get into in the present moment.

I am now writing once more but am out of ideas to use to write for there are things that I was writing about and now I am just writing gibberish.

Uni over the summer is not the best idea that I’ve had, but at the same time I am glad that I’ve decided to take the subjects that I’ve taken.

However, I do know that I am behind with both assignments, and one is now overdue, which is a big problem.

In other news, I now have a fancy new camera lens. It is both fancy, new and a camera lens. Am I happy?

You could say that.

It would be a correct statement, to be honest.

Or would it?

I do not know. Or do I?

I am sitting here, wearing gloves in an office with air con that is set to a temperature that is too low. This is not the most ideal of situations, but it is the situation in which I am currently in.

I want to go outside and do a lot of testing of the new lens. There is one slight problem, however:

The new lens is for a full frame camera and I am using a crop sensor camera.

Still, the few test photos that I have taken are looking into be quite good and that is always a plus.

Of course, when I say good, I do mean a little more clear than previous photos that I’ve taken.

I’m not a great photographer by any means, but I do indeed try as much as I can to capture the world and its changes as time continues to flow on past us all, despite our seldom acknowledgement of the situation.

When I think of Sydney as a city I think of how much it has changed and how little of an identity it seems to have.

Sure, it is , in some ways a city unlike any other, but it has little past as we continue to tear it down and build it up all over again, seemingly refusing to hold onto something that indicates where we’ve come from.

Sure, there is a need to progress and one should not hold onto what has been, but at the same time there should be an acknowledgement of the past, regardless of whether it is one that is good and acceptable, or one that is bloody and shameful.

There is something respectable into admitting to what has come before and yet moving forward. There is something that is not respectable in trying to run from what has happened.

Well, hopefully I can test the lens on new and old things in the city.

Well, more than I already have.

Possibly.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:05:85

A pseudo-rant.

Mediocre.

Written at work.