The Assault The towers of the ‘Imperial’ city sat squat and quiet. Those stones did not cry out - no way! Imperial flags, corpuscle-red and eye-socket black, cracked like whips in the breeze, but did not wave a greeting -…
Parramatta Encircled cemetery reminds the city of earthly and eternal things (echoes of Macau). Calcium rich soil draws everything, and everyone, to itself - with menacing, libertine, Georgian lust. And yet it repels lunch-time boarders, hurling them…