Walo Returns

Well – when I say that – he doesn’t really – not in person.

I found this out our boarding house and stood in front of it wondering… is it a sign?


Well of course it’s a sign… but to me.  Did he leave it there?  For me to find?  Just a message… a simple single worded message to me.

There were builders, in hard hats, fat men… standing next to it.  I tried to talk to them.

They didn’t understand me.

They spoke back in pure foreign, and this really got to me.

Maybe this was a memorial to their dead comrade.

Or a sign of his return.

I took this picture and left…

“Get to your mark”

Okay it’s taken a while because our circumstances have changed.

We’re off the road and staying put for a while, it’s good to be out of the car.

Someone contacted me the other week and simply asked “Why don’t I go to the police”… and I realized how little I trust anything or anyone now.  I’m flying blind, without a compass… Travis remains constant but everyone else… Josh, Barney, Lucinda… Josephine.  I can’t be sure if they are part of this or not.  I don’t know if I can trust anyone… are they part of it?

“Get to my mark” – what did Zorro man mean by that?

A moment of clarity…

Yeah I know I’m running behind but things have changed… and I’ve been sick… right the way through Christmas and new year… curled in the back of a car hacking my lungs out as Travis drives.  That’s why I want to change… everything.

Now… now I’m sat in another service station.

Over-lit, coffee over-priced, communication between Travis and I over.

Could be anywhere, but wherever we are no one belongs here. No one wants to be here.

And it makes me realise this isn’t working.

This is limbo – I have to change tack.  Alter my approach.  Take the situation into my control.  I mean I have all the parts, Barney’s package, the photos… Travis.  They’re in my lap, and I’ve just be arranging them into pretty shapes so far, now’s the time to do something with them.

I wanted to make a story of it all, can you believe that?  That’s how I thought it would be best presented, how I’d best get people on my side.

We’re so used to story, the stories we tell ourselves, the stories we tell each other, the stories we let others tell us.  I thought that was what people wanted, another story.

I even added music to it all.

I think I must have been in shock.

Well I’m healed now, and I’m stronger, and I’m going to take control back.

So this is where it starts… again.