At How Things Turn Out

Consider this, I was forty floors up, in an unoccupied room. A room I was supposed to be cleaning. The night was overcast and the wind felt like the weather was halfway through a thought. The balcony needs sweeping. I look over the edge of the railing and stare down at the strip clubs and party people and I get that urge I sometimes get when I am high up in tall buildings or on bridges. The urge to jump.

I pulled my phone out and dialed her again, the fourth time in the last two weeks. My forehead felt hot and my vision was blurred to the point of tears, the wind whipped cold salty air into my face, which couldn’t help. She picked up.
“Hey darling,” she drawled into the speaker like she always did, “How are you?”
“Are you busy?” I asked, agitated. I needed to talk, but only to her.
“Yes, I am free now, what is wrong?” She asked like she didn’t already know like it hadn’t been the reason for my other calls.

This time I spelled it out clearly, trying to trap her, but I could never say the words I dreaded as if they held back the flood of emotion that was just beginning to slip.
“You know how we talked about the dream I had, well how I remember and how I think we kissed, are you sure it didn’t happen?”
“Look, Mitch, I remember we had some action together but that was before Emily, you don’t have to worry.” I could feel her pity through the phone. I stared out of the window of the room I was supposed to be cleaning, down at the colourless beach of the night and off the coast.
“Are you sure?” I asked, waiting for an answer.

Continue reading “At How Things Turn Out”

A Guide to Self-Immolation: translated by a Patriot

abbott

There is a stench in the air. The grass is drying under callous winds and cruel sunlight. It is a great day to feel ashamed of your politicians. The Great White Rabbit is at it again. A mad gash has torn this country in two revealing what lies underneath, and all he does is kick a pile of dirt into the split and then blames Labor when it hit someone. It is surprising that he hasn’t blamed Labor for getting him elected, but then that would have to be the honest truth.

There was desperation in the last election. The people were unhappy with both side of politics, but the fact that the last Prime Minister was a woman stuck in the craw of conservatives everywhere. The Great White Rabbit became a crushingly good opposition leader. His strategy was to scream “no” until he died or the other side retreated. If that “no” somehow formed a three word slogan he would start dripping couplets without restraint. He tugged on the ears of Australians, day in and day out, and corroded their souls over border protection and spending.

Continue reading “A Guide to Self-Immolation: translated by a Patriot”

Movie-a-day, #1: The Raid

20140517-203252.jpg

The is a breakneck paced action movie coming out of Jakarta in 2011. While there is little story, whatever slow moments this movie has is carefully balanced as to not slow down the action too much. I found myself gasping at certain ultra-violent moments in this film for shear technical proficiency in the special effects and fight choreography. Shamefully, I felt myself rooting for the honourable warrior villain in the final two vs one fight scene. The ending is a little lame in it’s reveal and I felt that the climax of the previous fight overshadowed it. Great action film, definitely worth watching. 6/10