Woke up sweating atop my itchy algae coloured blanket. 


I’m not sure what day it was but; The sun was already glaring through my bedroom window. My mouth was dry. My nose was runny. The glass of water I left on my bedside table was empty. Dust glowed white in my room.   


I remember watching the ice cubes melt into my instant coffee. And crunching on them for fun


Mid-morning, the late-summer sun was already wilting spinach in the veggie patch and as I left the house a flickering wind was picking up leaves from the tram tracks and into my eyes.


I rode my pushbike to the Brunswick Baths as the sun sweltered off the Lygon bitumen. An unbearably dry heat enveloped the whole city.


I layed wet under a tree on the dirt beside the pool. My wet hair was pillowed by my boots and pants. I looked at the cloudy February cyanotype between the leaves and saw an Indian Minor bird's cloaca staring at me as it rested on the branch above. I awaited my good luck.