This is how I figure it at the moment. Urunga has wrapped me up like a body bandage and I am healing. I was nigh on out of resources and my vial of life was once more emptying like it used to on Alex the Kid when I played Sega Games way back in the 90s in Sydney. Then I made it to the Beachshack and gentle arms have enfolded me and I just might make it through and if I don’t , then it is nonetheless – gentle.
I don’t have it in me to battle anymore. I don’t have it in me to struggle. I don’t have it in me to fulfil commitments or meet appointments or travel. I sit at the window and watch the water and the trees. And Urunga wraps around me.