So here I am, pussy out in the kitchen at 11:47pm, my left knee aching (I’d squat down too fast), and I am trying my luck with the back-of the fridge container.

Inner-West Ennui 

“Above came the rumble-tumble of trains, whines of whistles, the frantic blaring of approaching horns. From below the roars of old buses and the pop of a Porsche or broken-down Ford. A man in a green down jacket, young with spiky black hair, hurried through the soup of neon and sunset.”

Nicholas Osiowy wanders.

Piece by piece, Korea was sold.

With all the furniture removed, the house looked tired.

“You cannot dispel the song from your mind, it plays and plays on repeat.”

“Pondicherry possessed a preserved Eurocentric sense of relaxation that one can only imagine; harkens back to its colonial roots when the town served as a haven for French settlers seeking respite.”

“Did you know that this theatre is haunted?”