Poetry Says

I heart Canberra. For anyone who ever hung out at Impact without ever buying anything, caught the 333 to Civic instead of going to school, met a friend at the Goon Bag, kissed someone in the Woden bus interchange, drove up Mount Ainslie on a Saturday night, rode a shopping trolley down the Dickson stormwater … Continue reading "Ep 215. The collapsing building"