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Fri Oct 05 01 / 7:22 AM

On the road to Byron Bay, we're passing through a town called Surfer's Paradise. The only thing that strikes me is the sheer oddacity of calling a town thus. It seems so 50s, and it must always be so here, despite the skyscrapers.

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Welcome to Byron Bay. Bigger than I thought, and fuller of young attractive people as well. This Arts Factory hostel seems okay though. It is full of capitalist hippies and freaks, and freaks don't mind a loner.

There was a fire show tonight. Not professional, but free and picture-worthy. One performer lost their baton into the audience and set a girl's pant leg on fire. She didn't seem to notice though; she was probably stoned, the air was thick with it.

For a while the same performer looked exactly like me from a distance. It was so displacing to watch myself in a sport I would likely never do, but looking exactly like I would if I were to. The moment was so uncanny I almost felt nauseous several times. If it was me down there on the sand, who was I up here on the balcony? Anybody? Nobody?

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Lisa Higgs

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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Fri Oct 05 01 / 7:22 AM On the road to Byron Bay, we're passing through a town called Surfer's Paradise. The only thing that strikes me is the sheer oddacity of calling a town thus. It seems so 50s, and it must always be so here, despite the skyscrapers. ... Welcome to Byron Bay. Bigger than I thought, and fuller of young attractive people as well. This Arts Factory hostel seems okay though. It is full of capitalist hippies and freaks, and freaks don't mind a loner. There was a fire show tonight. Not professional, but free and picture-worthy. One performer lost their baton into the audience and set a girl's pant leg on fire. She didn't seem to notice though; she was probably stoned, the air was thick with it. For a while the same performer looked exactly like me from a distance. It was so displacing to watch myself in a sport I would likely never do, but looking exactly like I would if I were to. The moment was so uncanny I almost felt nauseous several times. If it was me down there on the sand, who was I up here on the balcony? Anybody? Nobody?
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Lisa Higgs
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