There's something about having to do another isolation for a second time. There's also something about having to do isolation in what could be the best week of an ending summer time. In hindsight, that first isolation feels like a complete waste of time. So here I am, out in Olympic Park, listening to the sound of Cockatoos in the morning and cicadas in the evening. Thankfully Ali managed to hook me up with a serviced apartment. Aircon doesn't work, but it's comfortable. This will be home for the next seven days.
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