It's not as if there's anything missing - more that the invisible pieces are not given a fair airing. I have been a clown, comedian, actor, playwright, father, son, husband friend, teacher, community arts worker, manager,tourist ..... "My Missing Life" is me the writer, the photographer, the storyteller.
Saturday, 14 January 2012
I'm sitting on the side of my bed at 4 in the afternoon at the Mt Cook YHA looking in the direction of MT Cook (New Zealand's highest peak).
It's raining cool January rain and the mountain is hiding. A Korean man I spoke to last night said as he stood at the door of the Hostel "I just want to see her". He had such yearning in his voice.
He left this morning unsatisfied.
South Korean gentleman Peers into the mist A vigil for his lost love