Our -isms will not love us back... The -isms don't serve humanity; humanity serves the -isms. My -ism is an idol, who or what am I sacrificing to it? My -ism will not satisfy my hunger for meaning but it…
Parramatta Encircled cemetery reminds the city of earthly and eternal things (echoes of Macau). Calcium rich soil draws everything, and everyone, to itself - with menacing, libertine, Georgian lust. And yet it repels lunch-time boarders, hurling them…