Month: April 2016

Of its time and place with wisps of early delights (my own with P. G. Wodehouse) but privilege only lasts so long. Rich or poor, we all die. Memorable injunction to ‘practice’ the ‘remembrance of death’ in order to live with intensity.

Deep dive into the Merri and Yarra. Boys I would have worked to befriend and river I would have swum in. Emotive writing, water under change. Swirling flow of an ancestral serpent spitting out the chest-puffing of capital and welcoming the good-hearted.