Same pub, but later.The kind of evening where the light’s gone yellow and the wind’s picked up just enough to move rubbish along the footpath like it’s got somewhere important to be. A chip packet skitters past the window, followed by a receipt, then half a betting slip that refuses to lie flat. Inside, it… Continue reading Bored games
Tag: absurdism
Missing Summer
Adelaide Oval, Day 2, sun sharp enough to peel paint.Plastic pints everywhere, Barmy Army already half-feral. Adam, Marcin, Anna and Isobel parked under the scoreboard, pretending the heat is “character-building.” England ticking along nicely, which everyone knows is a bad omen. Adam:Look at that—England have a bat. Every Pom in the ground acting like we’re… Continue reading Missing Summer
Ch.7
Loose stools, rings on the table, similar universe as before. summer, cicadas, shower an hour or so ago, some drips, heat of the day fading Adam was already a few drinks in when Marcin said it. “I still think you’re smuggling time in through the back door,” Marcin said, staring into his glass like it… Continue reading Ch.7
Filtering
We were told to choose a sideso we built two cliffsand argued about the colour of the fall. Left waved a flag,Right waved a mirror,both fell equally fast. Someone shouted save the unborn,someone else shouted save the women,the hospital burned quietlywhile they debated metaphors. War arrived dressed as necessity,said it hated violence,asked politely for our… Continue reading Filtering
Stab
SCENE:Same Brisbane pub.Same sticky table. Bill (Old Miner):Heard you lot talkin’ last week.Bloody entropy this, coherence that.Figured I’d come back and see if the world ended yet. Anna (physicist):Not yet, Bill.Entropy’s patient. Riley (FIFO):What’s entropy?Is that when your roster goes to shit and no one knows what day it is? Jesse (biologist):Honestly? Close enough. Adam… Continue reading Stab
A start again
A humid Friday night in a Brisbane pub. Ceiling fans useless. Footy on the TV with no sound. Adam’s already two pints in when Anna walks in with a grin and a couple more. She drops them onto the table so hard the foam nearly jumps out. Anna: Jesus, mate, you look like someone just… Continue reading A start again
Time V
Stone spoke slowly then.Thought took whole seasons to turn its face,and a question could rest in the mouth for a lifetime. In the caves of Plato’s echo,time walked in circles,soft-footed, patient, curious of its own shadow. In the age of prophets,time breathed—it waited between words,and revelation stretched wide as the horizon. When hands found flight… Continue reading Time V
Coral, Incorporated
Inventory of a Reef Before anyone came,the reef just was.It built itselfout of light and patience,counting time in colours. Then,someone brought a clipboard.They measured the patience,called it growth,and sold tickets to see it. Later came investors —they discovered the reefwas excellent collateral:beauty with a cashflow. Fish were reclassifiedas “stocks.”The tide became “liquidity.”The sea, a blue… Continue reading Coral, Incorporated
Brisvegas
The river was once enough.A place to drink,to fish,to speak. Then lords arrived with ladies,measuring land in silence,writing deeds on the water.stacking laws where campfires had managed Forced into geometry,reduced to spectacle,voice forgotten. The billabong on the southbankIs poured from concretebackpackers and children laugh and take selfies.But history has no more reflection here—only in a… Continue reading Brisvegas
Canto III
We entered the deepest pit.No fire,only ice —the silence of betrayal. A grift of entrepreneurs sat there,lips locked in frost,humming their empty slogans. And yet above us,the world burned hotter.Each hum consumeda coal-train of power,each frozen tonguemelted a glacier somewhere else. A special genius,my guide whispered.Frozen in Hell,they escaped the fires above. That, said my… Continue reading Canto III
Ceteris Paribus 