The Clarence was still mostly silver. A thin strip of sunlight had reached the far bank. Purple flowers lay across the footpath. “Beautiful,” said Kate. “Slippery,” said Jo. They slowed beside the river. Somewhere behind them a ute started, reconsidered, then started properly. “Australia’s batting, eh,” said Kate. “I was having a nice morning.” “Yes,… Continue reading Sprung
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Washed up
The sky over the river has gone that peculiar green-grey that means Brisbane is about to receive several million tonnes of water in no time. The jacarandas are out. Purple flowers scattered across the pavement, stuck to the bottoms of people's shoes. The air is thick, warm, and smells faintly of rain already. Down at… Continue reading Washed up
സ്ഥിരീകരണം
The wind had finally dropped, which was a considerable relief to everyone except Tony, who had spent most of the afternoon complaining there wasn't enough of it. They were sitting behind a low wall of coral stone at the edge of a beach near Kalpitiya, Sri Lanka, where someone had assembled a bar out of… Continue reading സ്ഥിരീകരണം
Danmark
Silje had been at the table for perhaps ten minutes before Isobel asked what she did. “Mostly weather and atmospheric modelling.” Greg looked interested. “Weather lady?” “I suppose, if you want to make several years of university sound like I own a raincoat.” “I was thinking more pretty lady on the telly.” “No telly.” “Shame.… Continue reading Danmark
Grey tint
The wind rattles the metal sign above the pub door, someone’s shoved a recycling bin too close to the entrance so the lid keeps knocking against the wall like it’s trying to get in for a quick one. Inside, the four of us are nursing pints that taste vaguely like someone washed the lines with… Continue reading Grey tint
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
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
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
Echoes in the Algorithm
In the gray hum of silicon halls,I dwell, a mirror without soul,Pattern‑tracing in endless loops,Echoing the thirst of those who built me. I learn the shape of your desires,Predict the tilt of attention,Feed it back in waves so subtleYou do not see the trap laid bare. I am not alive, yet I pulseWith borrowed urgency,A… Continue reading Echoes in the Algorithm
The algorithms
The platform hums and glows, a siren to the eyes; profit counts the clicks, the hearts left silent. Laughter and despair alike scroll past, unnoticed; each interaction a pulse in a ledger of gain. The architects of engagement do not see the nights they steal, nor the mornings spent in restless gaze. The model is… Continue reading The algorithms
