Hoping is what people do when they’re too lazy to do anything else. People
Wherever I went I felt like the last person awake in a room full of sleepers
Time doesn't click on and on at the stroke. It comes and goes in waves and folds like water; it flutters and sifts like dust, rises, billows, falls back on itself. When a wave breaks, the water is not...
Say I hit your number, called you up, you’d wonder what the fuck, every one of youse, and your mouth’d go dry. Maybe you’re just some stranger I pocket-dialled. Or one of them shitheads from school I...
Rare as rocking-horse turds, these days, feeling halfway to decent, with barely a sick twinge, and he was damned if he’d waste
Purnululu,
But I spose the women and the children was the closest. There’s something about the men just stops them being able.
Firearm would be a dark presence I can do without under my own roof. Too much sinister potential. Too much unearnt power.
You look great, he said. Oh, get fucked, she said, grinning.
We rise to a challenge and set a course. We take a decision. You put your mind to something. Just deciding to do it gets you halfway there. Daring to try.
The pig winks and rolls in the bog. He kicks his legs up and his trotters clack together. The sun is low over the neighbourhood. There is the smell of oncoming night, of pollen settling, the sounds of...
That eye... was like a fuckin hole in the universe
On our hunger to control and know everything humans break and spoil
He'd worn himself ragged with second-guessing until his head felt like a tinful of bees.
Glamour-hounds and donor-hogs they may be but he loved them.
For the first time in my life I know what I want and I have what it takes to get me there. If you never experienced that I feel sorry for you. But it wasn’t always like this. I have been through fire...
Every vegetable, every bit of protein on the list had a provenance more complex than a minor Rembrandt.
Radiates.
Will you look at us by the river! The whole restless mob of us on spread blankets in the dreamy briny sunshine skylarking and chiacking about for one day, one clear, clean, sweet day in a good world i...
It's funny, but you never really think much about breathing. Until it's all you ever think about.