
15/10/2025
Iam rotting by the ocean. The sun is sparkling, the water is pristine, and by all means Spring is springing. I am relaxing on the grass above the rock pool area. The hot wind is filled by the chatter of eager beach goers. In particular, I notice many Irish and English accents gleaming with excitement, the kind of excitement usually followed by the “I just got my two-year working visa approved” spiel.
I sit cross legged, grateful for my Australian citizenship, and with Sally Rooney’s Intermezzo resting on my lap. I don’t plan on reading it today, but the book makes me feel distinguished. Rather than a run club final boss or self-absorbed sun baker, I am a free thinker, an intellectual who rain-or-shine remains in the determined pursuit of fine narrative.
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I am rotting by the ocean. The sun is sparkling, the water is pristine, and by all means Spring is springing. I am relaxing on the grass above the rock pool area. The hot wind is filled by the chatter of eager beach goers. In particular, I notice many Irish and English accents gleaming with […]