For a moment, outside of Seymour, I glance up to find myself come to life in Jeffrey Smart’s ‘Container Train … More

Across the road, in a backyard aviary that sits trackside, a suddenly single finch mourns its love lost. Pair bonding … More

It seems from his gait that his brim propels him forward, so broad that it feels almost ungenerous not to … More

It’s 8.37. It’s always 8.37. We are synced by external schedules to share the dirt pathway. The little lad with … More

The train is pulling into the destination. People readying their bodies for the resumption of self-propulsion. When fingers land lightly … More