Daily.

Why is the world broken up in to new objects and discarded objects? Don't give me that bullshit about revaluing rubbish. We've already surpassed that - as far as I'm concerned everything is rubbish.

Rolls.

I've noticed people rolling turf out, on to their yards, like there'll
never be a drought again.

You know who.

Everywhere, all the time.

Multiplication.

An opening.

J.

Drinks.

Today I finally cleaned my room.

An opening.

Reality has proved significantly more interesting and significantly more painful than I expected.

A shelter by the Merri creek.

My house.

Cover.

Devastation & ecstasy.

Crunch.

Through.

Bed update.

Catalysts.