I understood then that this was a lesson on trust. I needed to rip old habits. I needed to trust someone else with the business...
SATURDAY, 1 JULY 2147
My dearest Willow,
What I have to say is stranger than the fiction I was angling to write. The book I was...
She remembers landscapes, the history of silence loud in horses wearing blankets in a lush green farm near the Yarra Valley rodeo...
Sometimes you wish you were a biorobot. Unemotive, just 1s and 0s.
Your mother’s words burn inside your mind: “People are laughing...
It’s fantastical, illogical, ambitious, somewhat irreal, even unsettling—you may have read the literary strange in all its jarring...
The colour is full of shade and smells like crusts of fruit. Crushed guavas, warm wet clay—that’s the sweetness and mushiness...
