muscled love

On NYE I caught the train from St Peters in to Town Hall at about ten in the evening. Flynn and I got into the end carriage and sat down on the same bench as two burly, mean-looking blokes. Of course, I was immediately forced to eat my own prejudice, for the moment we sat…

smashed mirror

What would happen if reflections did not exist? Imagine it. No mirrors, no shop windows, no reflective surfaces at all to catch yourself in. Catching the train, you would not have your image thrown back to you by the carriage doors as you pass through a tunnel. You would not be able to tell how…

boy

These last couple of weeks have been bound up in writing the final essays of my undergraduate degree and as a result the life-shots that I have witnessed have been bottled up to bursting point. Perhaps the most heart-rending occurred a couple of weeks ago at Redfern station. I was on the Kings Cross platform,…

old age

What is the relationship between realness and age? I was sitting in the train this afternoon and there was a hipster-boy dressed completely in variations upon red. Less than a metre away from him stood a very tall, slightly stooped, sparsely-haired old man, dressed in variations upon grey. The impression was this: if you stuck…

chest pieces

I woke up a couple of nights ago with this thought: What if every sternum was a door that you could swing out to reveal the six precise memories that have had the most formative influence on a person? What if you could reach your hands inside and take them out, one by one, and…