watching

castlereagh st, sydney CBD



"he sat in a little cafe, on one of the busiest streets of the city, slowly sipping his drink and spending his afternoon watching the passing parade, a thing more engrossing than any book or television show he'd seen recently. people walking, and hurrying, and weaving through the pedestrian traffic, some with a purpose, some without. some happy, some sad. some going towards something, some going away from something. each with a story. a thousand people must have passed him in that afternoon. he had eavesdropped into a part of a thousand different stories. it was then that a shop window caught his glance."

obsidian

surry hills, sydney



"it was a bold sculpture, curved and indistinct like some inobscure thought. the light of the lampposts gleamed off its smooth surface, and as people walked past they could see themselves, darknened and distorted, as if reflected in some perverse mirror."

sunset boulevard

falcon st overpass, north sydney



"everybody's watches read twilight o'clock as a rosy pinkness filled the sky with a warm and glowing happiness. it was that special time of day that everyone stuck in the ugliness of a traffic jam got a small, unforgettable moment of beauty."

canopy

park on bay street, double bay



"the grass felt soft underneath her bare feet as she strolled through the park. it was surrounded by trapping of "civilisation"; buildings, roads, boutiques, cars and exhaust. but it was easy to forget that. looking up to the trees overhead, she could see the silhouette of the sun. the rays seems to hit the canopy of brances, and disperse into a thousand tiny pieces, like little golden snowflakes."

big brother

york street, sydney cbd



"for the first time ever he felt like a stranger in his own city, the dark, cloudy sky mirroring his own inner turmoil as he skulked the streets of a once familiar place. he felt as if he were being watched and as he glanced around he caught sight of the loudspeakers. they seemed to complete the picture in his mind, that of an orwellian nightmare."

sunken wrecks

river's side, sydney



"the water was calm, smooth, silky, a perfect counterpoint to his own roiling insides. it felt that there was no emotion that he had not gone through over the last few days. but as is often the case, there was one emotion that we invariably all fixate upon, acceptance. as he walked along the banks of the river and cast his eyes upon the rusting hulk of a shopping trolley he too thought about his own wreck, laying wasted and rotting in the depths of his mind."

caverns

carriageworks, redfern



"his solitary footsteps rang out with a sharp clack, as he walked through. the echoes reached far up into the heights of the room, reverberating around the corners of the immense building."