428 reflections on King Street.
How many sleeps until Spring?
Humans of Newtown jumping puddles on King Street.
Rainy King Street.
‘I often think of the person I was or knew when I was 10, 20, 30 or even 40. I think I remember that person and I remember her fondly. But if we shed ourselves every seven or so years, we do change in all sorts of interesting ways. The way I see it, patience and tolerance, maybe they’re constants and you don’t realise they are. Maybe they stay with you.’
Going back to yourself in your 20s or 30s, is there something you would say to yourself back then now if you had the opportunity?
‘You’re perfect. You’re perfect just the way you are.’