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In my pajamas at 6pm: pajamas are my favourite clothes. The phone rings. It’s a woman I spent a recent evening immersed in, such kinship, a friend who’s an acquaintance, we hadn’t seen each other for fifteen years. We used once to live in the same tiny village, an island in the centre of town. […]
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Waking up on a hill in Brisbane when the sky is white and high, like the city is buried in something. Who can have buried us, where have they gone? No other city has contact with us today, we are a city-planet wandering in its walls. I feel my house like a boat, we are […]