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sometimes i get worried about work, ever since i got back from my trip overseas i have been feeling restless. i was hoping with spending the first weeks ish back sick, that i might of died down. but generally, internally, im on fire. i always get visions of stuff from the trip, random memories. enough to make this sitting at a desk uncomfortable. so anyway i sit here, at a desk, at the top of cuba street, in the capital of new zealand, wellington. maby its my soul that is stiring. that no longer wants to be left at home. im not sure if writing helps, i guess it does a little. i dream off, and this page is left here…