Southern Highlands

They have failed spectacularly. The parasites had gone, back to Washington, or wherever they came from. Wouldn't be so sure about that. It didn't matter. They had failed spectacularly, and as light turned to day, as a deadline approached, here, now, alone and spectacularly abandoned, you are loved, we are loved, the soup, here, now, alone, well that was it, wasn't it. He was back down South after having been in Brisbane. Reigniting a routine. Reaching for the stars. All the theories of intelligence culminating in this seismic shift. The curling of the waves. Every moment frozen. They've worked out how to travel forwards and back. Everything coalesced. He came for the wonder. He stayed for the pleasure. We see through you. We hear through you. We feel air on skin, through you, an early breeze. It was notably colder here, down South. Reorganising into his own skin. The valley a swirl. Power elsewhere, the centre of Empire. Because he hadn't wanted to think, about an...