6.43pmthis entry comes first by hand, scrawled by fingers that sting in the cold. platform one, glenhuntly station. i'll be meeting belinda and jared for vietnamese and then an all-out, alcoholic AU vs NZ showdown at Der Raum. last time jared was here, i didn't even drink. it is more than six years since we've caught up in the flesh; long before we
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i'm writing from the farm. i'm on potato duty, as usual. i'm a potato practitioner; nobody here understands the science of cooking chips quite like i do. it's alright. everybody has a talent. mine happens to be spuds
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