State of perfect preservation.

For a long time after we were over, I couldn't get this out of my head and onto the page. Picture this: you and me, in a maroon Honda sedan, driving down the stretch of Mt Alexander Road into the advancing twilight. We might've been heading anywhere, but probability says we were heading into the city, on our way to one of those vegetarian hipster restaurants that you had researched that I loved...

The tenth stupid person.

Even in the depths of winter, Brisbane is not a cold city. But I was shivering - crouched, hunchbacked, on my front steps. I'd locked myself out. Of course the air feels colder when you have no choice but to fester outside, engulfed by your own self-inflicted discomfort and stupidity. I had just finished kicking myself and was beginning to drop off, my chin resting between my knees, when a van...