Woozy trans-dateline arrival. Malarial with exhaustion and inadequately braced for the spectacle of Melbourne, a city in convulsive throes of architectural pizzazz, almost every building erumpent with giant plastic blisters, chain-mail mullions, or Mondrian facades. Diego: “This looks like Flushing.” »
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“When I see him later in the day, he is in a fury and demands to know where I got off to with the Canon. “You promised me you would bring a camera for me, and now you’re going back on it.” He puts his face very close to mine. “You want to fight? We’ll go right over there. We can fight.” He points to a palm glade that, he says, might make a pleasant spot for him to punch my face.”
Yes, you might want to read Wells Tower’s latest essay.
