He talked about a woman he knew just moments before, it was in the kitchen. She said somewhere far away, she missed what she never really had. It summed him up like a pair of nicely fit jeans.
When he turned around she was there, just pixels and light thinking his thoughts for him around the same time.
It made him feel better or worse, less alone or more. He was lonely far inside himself, on the shelf where he kept his most secret feelings (its somewhere through his middle, near the stomach) the place he can breathe to if he tries really hard or not at all.
He stared at the pixels and light and guessed he would feel like that at least for the rest of the evening, it had been months already.
Thursday 4 June 2009
Tuesday 10 March 2009
We Want YOU
Fantasy job application: You are a recently graduated, articulate, and creative person with both visual flair and an eye for detail. We want you to join our small team of brilliant geniuses who get paid unfeasibly large amounts of money to sit around and do arty stuff and engage in witty banter. You will need good interpersonal skills, the ability to drink your own weight in alcohol, and a fairly rounded knowledge of the last few centuries of interesting stuff. Work begins immediately. BYO dressing gown and easy chair.
Tuesday 3 February 2009
Thursday 4 December 2008
Tension
He felt bigger than he could fit. Like it was bursting out the sides. So he wrote a letter to his therapist 15966 kilometers away.
Response pending...
Response pending...
Monday 1 December 2008
look what popular culture has done to them.
I am totally amazed by that little girl in the front. who raised these wolfes?
Monday 17 November 2008
Heaps of icy poles
I recently mentioned the influx of Asian students in Melbourne to a friend in England, my exact words being 'yeah, there are heaps of Asians in Melbourne now'. I got a distinctly blank look in response. Apparently 'heaps'is not something the Brits say, and neither for that matter is 'icy pole', which prompted childish sniggering every time the words passed my lips.
Thursday 23 October 2008
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