Well everything went well with the website upgrade last night. I’m actually proud of what I’ve managed to accomplish under the circumstances. When I started the blog I never imagined it would go on for so long. Now it’s become a website instead of a blog. Okay, so building the glossary was tough because it forced me to relive many of my worst experiences here. But I’m still so, so grateful for the technology to log all this. It keeps my mind firmly grounded at home, and if I had to write all this down using pen and paper I doubt I’d ever manage it. Although, speaking of technology, when I’ve browsed through the Irish Time, BBC, or Sky News lately, I’ve found the news growing just that little bit distant day by day. It’s all bad news anyway—the economy, the Middle East, social disorder. Hell, I’m probably better off in here for now. At least I don’t know what’s going on around me most of the time.
Ignorance is bliss. Isn’t that what they say?
And speaking of writing things down. Maya came up with a novel idea of how to treat the reporter’s Anglo Celt article. She’s cut it out and pasted it into a scrapbook. She says she’s going to scour the newspapers for further articles, not just about this area, but about ‘weird’ events in general. She thinks it might help us some day. She’s right. And it’s one of those ideas I really wish I’d thought of a year ago. Who knows how many other gateways there are into this place? Ayers Rock is one that we know of. If there are others, and we can learn anything at all about them, that information might be invaluable at some point.
Can’t help thinking, though, that if word of this place gets out, there wouldn’t be a library in the world big enough to hold all the scrapbooks she’d need to fill to hold the articles.
Must sign off now. Kanar’s just told me we’ll be leaving soon so I better pack the last of my things. I’ve accepted now that there will be no easy way for me to return home. So this blog post marks the end of one phase of my journey and the beginning of another. I’ve been struggling to come up with something profound to say to mark this occasion. My mind has blanked, though. And now time has run out. So I’m gong to quote someone else’s timeless words instead. Churchill.
“Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”