The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think that it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly coloured, and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long ( Read more... )

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Well, that's one part of it. An equal or opposite reaction of something that has long been and gone. Something little, perhaps, sticking together the bigger picture. But this catch-22 lays flat in the background, so very low, like hedgehogs themselves as they rest. And I continue to float through everyone and everything that passes into my world. ( Read more... )

Australians are so out of touch with the rest of the world. They'll take a quick flight up from Melbourne to Sydney every fortnight for work. Nonchalently. We'll fly up to Queensland for the holidays. It's no big deal. It's a step away, a little step. We're so far into our own little world that we don't realise that the distance from Melbourne to ( Read more... )

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Driving down Sydney road
between merging taxis
as I glide home on tracks of steel
propelled by night
but Sydney road is always busy.
Brightest.
How have I changed?
I have become empty.

Out the way out the way out the way out the way
or he'll run you over with his deliveries trolley
fresh brisk from the street
with the help of three men
brisk brisk down the stairs
because the lift is broken
or more specifically;
dead.

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