melbourne

my life has become a parade of broken things a measurement of time between discovery and resolution every day there’s more every day i feel further from tranquility. »

it was just a shirt but the first of many i’d buy from that particular label over the last eight years it had a certain minimal style and grace something their more recent products have lacked with their garish mish-mash of colors and shapes (though i did find one old-style shirt recenly – tellingly, i found it at their seconds store) so when we grabbed our six bags of old clothes »

I’ve been lost in a sea of old documents: – farewell cards both from grade 6 and my first job – old printouts like a list of samples from skinny puppy tracks and what film they came from it was one of the first things I found on the net somewhere in the early 90s – an old, old, diary with a 5 year gap in it – manuals for devices »

on the first working day of this home-loan lifestyle i hopped on the tram a line i used to take a couple of years ago and sat down in an empty seat opposite a girl all dressed up in red wool to ward off the cold she looked at me and smiled and i wondered about the last time anybody randomly smiled at me just like that later as i hopped off the tram »

all day long the passing of time broken into the parts between waiting and calling and waiting and being called and being told that it’ll be ok or maybe it won’t but we’ll have to wait and see i’ve done everything in my power to keep these bastards honest but still they find a way to twist the knife just to make sure you’ll know who’s wearing the trousers »