Outlawing The Moon.

I first heard of Hugh MacLeod late one evening on my front terrace in North Melbourne. A wheelchair bound man had been struggling to mount his chair up and in to the Town Hall Hotel late one night on Errol Street. My friends Tim and Finn (funny, I know) had lurched out of their chairs … Continue reading

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Chlorophyll & Caring Too Much:

I forget who said it, a therapist I read somewhere once– that as adults we learn to cry out of our assholes– rather than our eyes. This has been the case for me for some four days now. I have a few theories as to why. None of which involve diet or infection.

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