brisbane

my last few visits to this town always involved seeing car parks at night from afar micro-cities of light as the city darkened around it. I still haven’t quite grasped the fascination with corrugated concrete though. »

i spent a few days up north in conferenceville, staying a twenty minute walk away from a building of small rooms where I’d spend hours being talked at about popular ways to shift zeros and ones from one place to another. there wasn’t time for much else – I never quite got the chance to visit an old favourite record shop, but leaving the overcrowded conference party early gave me the chance to walk home through the city at night. »

It’s a familiar journey from Brisbane airport, only this time I’m not staying at a hostel. The steady scrolling of morning lights as we approached, a thump and a roar as we touched down. It’s all a bit hazy now as I stare upwards from the hotel lobby, up past the floors and floors of rooms, toward the skylight that reveals another blue sky day. A fleet of airline staff »