A melon rose sits regally alongside Shakyamuni Buddha. A black spider sits by the window. Should I stamp out this beings life for some unknown fear that rises within me? Outside I can hear birds and my alarm clock. I long for sleep and solitude. At the bus stop a young Rasta haired man talks of prison time and another young man talks of his time in the joint. I mention the Gatwick and that is good enough for their brotherhood of honour. The bus is sailing down the highway to Benalla , home of the Big Rabbit. Alice in Wonderland how I miss her song