Caffeinated musings on joint enterprise, pragmatism and breaking a sweat.
Each one smaller than the last.
'Meet the Locals' is a semi-regular column showcasing the faces and places of local, independent communities. Not necessarily native to the neighbourhoods in which they operate, these guys and gals are the lifeblood of their cities' burgeoning cultural industries. Small symbols of change. Tiny fabricators of flux. They are the subtle ingredients that give their respective scenes such a unique flavour. They are the locals.
I lost my dog over a fortnight ago.
There’s a train coming.
The doctor calls it an essential tremor.
There is a monster under my bed.
'Oh, give me some time, let me learn how to speak.'
I catch my breath. I steady my pulse.
You look like you've seen a ghost, kid.