Dusk closes in on Geilston Bay. East Derwent Highway, looking north. April 2011.
I know that it's clichéd right now to give 'em a kick, but the majority of public servants really do seem to have no clue about where their level of workplace entitlements and conditions sit in relation to the rest of the world...
Please note that I say this - for the moment - as a public servant myself.
Evening Love Song, Rainer Maria Rilke
compose an evening love song;
a road leaves evasively.
The new moon begins
a new chapter of our nights,
of those frail nights
we stretch out and which mingle
with these black horizontals.