tuesday

Grumblings

The cafe seems to be full of women in athletic wear and retired couples nursing capuccino’s, discussing their recent or

Tuesday

shit is still shit, doesn’t matter how sunny the day is. the stationmaster has become a cheery AM radio personality. The

Tuesday

a new Bob Graham book about a sparrow, waiting for the new William Gibson, a good dim sim. the last lecture faded into an inte

Tuesday

I go to pick up the new car and someone has reversed into it, in the yard, moments before. the school girl had a scuff mark on

Tuesday

“Due to a tree on the train line this train will terminate at Macleod, where busses will take you to Greensborough. Welc

Tuesday

winter thought to remind spring that it wasn’t quite time yet. as humanities academics we mistake abstract ideas as big

Tuesday

Joe Henry probably early twenties. Slouched in the seat rolled straight legs, vans, wool crew neck. Not moving as you sit oppo

Tuesday

sound bleed from headphones and buds is the scratchy tinny squeally colour to the aircon hum and electric drone and a commute

Tuesday

a brief list of muses. Gaston Bachelard, Cinema One and Cinema Two, La Jetée, Robin Williams. in the haste of thinking strang

Tuesday

deep tiredness right down inside the legs, murmuring even as I sit writing I am not really sure about what I am doing a cup of

Tuesday

the smug self satisfaction of a good lecture Ryan Bingham’s Mescalito when I catch the 8:05 from Monty it can be surpris

Tuesday

I don’t much like the lecture today. Borrowed from a conference and little prep as some sad serious preliminaries left l