Images of my room sittin atop the offices of the property agent – LJ Hooker – comes to mind. Images of that desk flanked by a bookshelf on the one side and a bed on the other, in particular. I’d sit on that desk, and try to think of Tress’ face as she sat at her desk in her room. She had gone back to Malaysia, and I was still in Sydney. I was trying to see her in my mind. I missed her. That was 22 years ago, I think.
Images of another room come to mind now. That room in Burton & Garran Hall looked so small. I am trying to see her in my mind. It was less than a week ago.