An afternoon of late summerperfection, brilliant and coola tinge of autumnal…
How to think of homelessness, whenyou yourself have never been there?Way…
I feel it every time a drop of boiling soup leaves the pot and splatters onto my wrist.
I can feel the sun baking my skin. They call this the “white city” because of all the…
A man froze to death on the street last night.
In Australia.
How could we let this happen?
He wasn’t drunk, on drugs or sick
(although that wouldn’t excuse it).
You see Old Mate around this area of the city all the time. He seems to have a perpetual rock concert going on his head as he walks around…