It has become readily apparent that the recent upgrade of a former Housing Commission apartment block in Campsie isn't as benevolent or as innocent as first surmised.
The new coats of paint still drying on the garages, doors and railings are nothing more than a reality whitewash designed not to make the dwellings more comfortable for the current residents but to make them more appealing to future investors.
While there is nothing inherently wrong with this, it seems, however, that in this particular case, investment has decided to tolerate little in the way of impediment; one family has already been forced to move—eviction notices serving as the hanging ropes of happiness.
Beautify the house then; what is the outside if the heart is broken?
---A conversation sparked in Lakemba has introduced us to a young man to whom the phrase: "Life's a bitch..." could very well have been originated to describe.
It seems that, years earlier, an automotive accident left our protagonist—for want of a better word—severely disfigured and unable to function properly. Losing first his business, then his wife, he found himself confined to a small house across from a local sports park.
Living, now, on handsomely inadequate compensation payments, we find him lonely, taking solace in watching people play games he can no longer play and seeking conversation with anyone who will listen.
---Meanwhile, in a laboratory in Banksia, a bottle of agar was poured out in memory of lost souls violently took.
Look outside - I know that you'll recognize it's summertime.
Written on Monday, 19 April 2004