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driving along a highway. (if i knew names, i would put them down. but i don't navigate this way.) driving. on the road with me is a truck, two trailers worth of caged hens being hauled somewhere. inside, the hens jump and flap and make...

in sydney there are: electricians, novelists, beauticians, teachers, factory works, sailors, arms dealers, gang members, projectionists, muslims, christians, atheists, women wearing supermen shirts, guitar players, slot jockeys, singers of folk, poets, welders, bank robbers, directors of the commonwealth bank, shareholders in the NRMA, taxi drivers,...

i taught today. it's a strange thing, sitting in a classroom with five or six other kids. i imagine that it would be much stranger if i had thirty, but i don't need that kind of responsibility. it's bad enough that i might have some influence...

introduction. i've decided to keep a journal just so i can writer the various ideas and theories and notes that occur to me as i begin university again. it's been a while (two years, actually) since i finished my honours degree. my mind has become dusty,...

hello there. welcome to my journal. it has a point, which i will explain shortly, but it's also best just to think of this as being yet another journal in the electronic sea of journals. the culture of self continues. that it contains me now means...