At three in the morning, I drop like stone, wondering about the future. It would be easier to rest in the jewel- like clarity of the past. Nostalgia…
Chapter 38: Small Towns
Chapter 37: The truth
Chapter 46: The awful thing
Chapter 45: Monsters
Chapter 44: A bit of cake
Chapter 43: Jack's got a job
Civilisation is a rolling swarm. The small are clustered together, driving forward, pretending to be greater than they are. The ‘self’ is cannibalised…
Chapter 42: Messages
Chapter 41: Sophie's Parents
Chapter 40: The Lorikeet
Chapter 39: Uniforms