I’m sitting in a black vinyl covered swivel chair at Carnegie Hair place, Carnegie, of course. Sophia is combing my hair into sections with the pointy metal end of a tail comb. She is singling out the strands, painting them with a cool paste and swaddling each bundle into a tight foil wrap. The foils […]
It’s Friday night, Derby Day eve. I’m no punter, yet I love a racecourse. It is a mystery to me, I know. I like the look of the racecourse, the open space, the greenery of the turf and the white railings circling the tracks. I like the city track for its urbanity. The distant CBD, […]
Quite a while ago, when I was doing Yr 12, I remember coming across a book by Viktor Frankl. He was an Austrian psychotherapist. It might have been in the Moonee Ponds library, the spot I retreated to escape the noise at home, and to pretend to myself that I was studying. Or, I may […]
Micro moment of lighthearted suburban theatre on a day in which a collective grief was all too consuming
I’ve been sucked in to the latest supermarket promotion.
before the game