Alice Springs, Australia
I think it was in Wycliffe Well, the UFO capital of Australia, when the handbrake on our campervan stopped working and I thought I’d be stranded in the middle of the Australian Outback with a Dutch woman, a DnDGreg-esque German, and a British teenager, that I realized I’d been living for some time in a perpetual state of, “This is Not My Life.”
any way that this March could be anything less than the best month of my life.
Rainy day exploring.
when I got to the beach with my flatmates I said aloud “oh no, I forgot to bring my Oscar Wilde short stories” and that, judging by the facial responses I received, was the defining moment in establishing myself as the strange and alien Mr. Hyunh character of this boarding house.
Or at least, one can only hope