The Eve

Sunday 25th September
It is the night before. The eve. I downloaded bus and train timetables but Emm has a car and is going to pick me up between 9:20am and 9:30am on the street corner.
I am already, and have been for weeks, projecting myself into the spaces and places I can picture in Port Adelaide. I have been imagining the exchanges that could take place: small pleasantries; potentially violent confrontations; inspiring conversations. All falling into the fantasy categories of unreal and not really truthful or detailed. I have pictured certain weather. Certain ways of feeling and ways of engaging.
I am planning to be braver than last time. I plan to be an artmaker extraordinaire and engage with many people on an intimate and potentially life changing level. I guess I just want to make a great show which speaks to people. I want to talk to strangers and ask them what makes their day worth it. My day was worth it today cos i had dinner with my dad. And we got to have car conversations which are the best conversations i have with dad.
I wonder what tomorrow will hold. I think about what I will wear to work at the bureau tomorrow. What the weather will be. How practical or how inspired I may feel when I leave the house, setting out for a day of set up and laying foundations and logistics. I am excited about the edges of possibilities that lurk just outside what I know or assume to know about what the bureau is about to encounter and create.