Essay "Cow Bone"

The butter on the beef backbone smelled of copper, sucked through the teeth without shyness, which was the earliest information for me in winter, the opportunity to eat people everywhere in the city, always carrying the courage to load the bag with gold, really not moist. It is better to be merciful everywhere, depressed in the next life, not to refer to the dry, not to love to break the sky...

Someone is willing to numb themselves and not want to sob, rusty railings, can't lock the dog that comes out of nowhere.

———— a Sydney survivor