not the motorcycle diaries

Suburban shopping centres. Actually, any shopping centres. Main roads choked with cars driven by suits. Stainless steel cafe slash bars. Anywhere where the climate has been forcibly altered. Old people’s homes. The waiting rooms of bulk billing doctor’s surgeries. Shopping centre toilets. The library toilets during term time (I thought I had left the smell of hairspray and Impulse deodorant far behind me). Sydney University Village. Inner west kitchens that cannot, despite two visits from the chemical free fumigator, get rid of pervasive cockroaches. Cronulla.