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Monthly Archives: June 2013

mister grey

we were on the way to Milly’s birthday. stepped outside just as a grey cat streaked, fully nude no collar, past us and under a car. the car wasn’t moving, it was parked, but moving cars were all around us. moving cars are everywhere. so we chatted to him, under his car, and eventually he [...]

super moon

i’ve stopped thinking that the moon influences me; tears in coffee foam are just onion tears from tomorrow’s soup. photo by AFB x

rivers of rock

we are filming the colder outer circles of hell, not a soul. the thing about driving in the ravines and ridges of Tasmania, with ominous orchestral zomby on repeat, is this: You are simultaneously all alone and about to come face-to-face with a man in a four-wheel-drive. he has noted your number plate.