12: The Heart of the Problem
“I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but
I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me, it isn’t over…”
-Adele,
Someone Like You
I’ve been driving around in the yellow Monaro with Adele blaring from the stereo (not very rock and roll). Continue reading
This week, at the urging of David Foster Wallace, I read two stories by Jorge Luis Borges: ‘The God’s Script’ and ‘The Immortal’. In the same way I will always remember where I was and what I was doing when Princess Diana was killed, I will always remember sitting at that Glenferrie Road café, killing time in between clients on a grey mid-morning when I read those two stories. Continue reading
Theme Park at its Darkest 