stream of consciousness thoughts on self doubt and how nothing can be new

And as nights end in Hosier Lane, and on home-bound trains, in early December I found myself imbued with ineffable happiness.

Ever since lockdown ended, I’ve had countless strange interactions

"Where the hell do I get scotch tape?" Jay told me two days ago that I should post my love letter to Melbourne in Hosier Lane. But I woke...

written on the steps of the GPO and transcribed from a cheap notebook i bought in desperation.