Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?
Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.
from BOAB, a good bushfire round-up from kae, and a rare insightful article from The Age (via bolta) and David Packham in the Oz.
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I once asked a local in the Kimberleys what all the fires were from. "Black lightning" was his reply. Took me a few days to work out what this meteorological event was.
1 comment:
I once asked a local in the Kimberleys what all the fires were from. "Black lightning" was his reply. Took me a few days to work out what this meteorological event was.
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