Maybe there's not much to write about. Swallowed by shame watched through two unmirrored eyes. I caught you saying it was stupid but I held your hand anyway
The studio has turned into a dead rat. Fingers aching into another bend of steel.
Weight of the sky pressing down heavy, spun into a tight ball
We acknowledge and pay respect to the Traditional Owners of the lands upon which our campus is situated, the Boonwurrung and Woiwurrung people of the Kulin Nations, who have created art, made music and told their stories here for thousands of generations. We also acknowledge and extend our respect to the Traditional Owners of all lands on which our work is viewed, shared and enjoyed, and to all Elders, past, present and emerging.
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