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quote: "what would it mean to live without the comforting myth of self as ultimate truth? for a start, it would mean saying yes to the inevitable fictional nature of identity and the otherness of self. strip away all the masks of social performance, and what...

what must it be like to live in Sydney, and not speak english? to know only a handful of words, and to be completely unable to hold a conversation. how hard is that individuals daily life? to walk into a supermarket and aim to buy milk,...

the thing about no standing signs is that someone has gone insane with them in Westmead. they sit, not only in the middle of strips of curb outside apartment blocks (which is an acceptable place, for buses), but also on the edges of curbs, thus cutting...

a few nights ago, i saw a bit on the news about australia's population. it was, typical of the evening news, rather skint on the information. they didn't tell you, for instance, what some of the benefits of having a larger population was, and neither did...

there are three types of bins in sydney: one for garden waste, one to recycle, and one for everything that doesn't fit there. they a big green otto bins, but this last one is half the size of the other two. however, it is collected...

postscript to the city rumour: i once ordered pizza with my friend C. we were at his place: a tiny apartment down a road that has a party hire place, a boys brigade building, and a mechanics. the mechanic in there winks a lot, and every...

city rumour: pizza boys are given ident-kits to help finger the people who rob them. i was told this by someone who was a delivery boy for Pizza Hut, and what strikes me as funny (though not in a ha ha way) is that they expect...

it's late, and raining. everything looks different in the rain: buildings, cars, people. you can tell a lot about a person the way he or she navigates the rain. i was reading james donald's Imagining the Modern City tonight. it has a fantastic cover: looking over...

lamp posts line roads, orange light hanging from the curved necks. the road is dark, a slimy, disintergrating trail that leads around sydney. veins. think veins. if sydney was a person, roads would be its veins, and the coloured buzz-shuffle-blur of cars would be it's blood....

the flaneur. it's a french word, and there is suppose to be a ^ above the a. but this journal is littered with grammar and spelling mistakes, not to mention missed words. (i don't type as fast as i think.) so you'll excuse me if i...