It's 12 oclock sunday morning January 10th. I quit work a week ago and moved back Oaklands Lodge Hostel. Hostel life is a good one. It still amazes me the people you run into and the stories you here around this place. I got into an hour long coversation (in which i did most of the listening) with a new zealand author named Katie Harrison. Katie is a older maori woman with long black hair running the length of her back and blue tinted glasses softening the intense nature of her face. Our conversation easily slid from topic to topic...our favourite authors, the use of barbed wire in vietnam and WWI, discrimination, cheap ciggarettes, home. I wanted to instantly go inside and write down the pieces of wisdom I was hearing but fought the urge and just sat and mentally took snapshots. Im finding the more I try to capture the moments that mean the most to me the less and less they make sense when I dust them off. I guess im being greedy in a way because nobody else will ever see some of the best pictures I have taken or read the most prfound words ive stumbled upon, but im sure more than ever that sometimes the best moments are ones that spontaneously arrive, knock you on your ass, leave you speechless in a moment and then dissapear forever.