I look out the window - fields, yellow, the slightly curving landscape stretching as far as I can see, only interrupted by the odd shed, line of poplars or spindly dead eucalypt. It used to be green, but now everything has dried, the grass and the wheat the same uniform shade. I haven’t seen any livestock or birds for a long time now, but I keep ( Read more... )

I’m going to start including my dreams in here, since they’re more fantastical and creative than anything i could consciously think up ( Read more... )

If anyone wants to do some proofreading for me, just leave me a message or email me, thanks.

I look around, and everything looks different. They say I have suffered no permanent damage, but I really wonder what they are basing their conclusion on. But I guess you have to trust these professionals, right? After all, not just anyone can wear a white coat, right ( Read more... )

So here I am, lying on the couch on the balcony, looking over all the rooftops and cars and trams and stuff. The sun’s just setting, but it’s still stinking hot - one of those shirtless days, where nothing seems to cool you down, and the grit seems to stick to the sweat. Ah well. Some idiot downstairs is playing some metal shit, sounds like someone ( Read more... )

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I was shot in the back today. I was kind of glad, really. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it does kinda suck to be shot in the back, well, shoulder at least. I’d just gone to get some groceries in my lunch break and had the embarrassing pleasure of having to replace it all because my card rejected due to insufficient funds - all this announced loudly ( Read more... )

I was walking through the city today during my lunch break, as I often do, and on my way I watched people, as I often do. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. I noticed an elderly couple walking ahead of me, both wearing the exact same shade of red. Nearby, a group of friends or work colleagues, four in total, walked by all wearing suits of the same ( Read more... )

The air here never changes. Walking through the city back home to my unit from work, it still smelt strange. It has for weeks, months, years even, though I suppose it’s only been recently that I’ve actually taken notice. Heavy with the smell of polyurethane, the air reeked of new foam, only dissipating in the controlled, clinical atmosphere inside ( Read more... )