Idealist; one guided by ideals;

It’s raining in our toilet.

A peculiar form of water torture.

Drip. Drip.

The droplets fall once a second. Drip.

Drip.

Each droplet lands precisely upon the crown of your head and after a while a reservoir builds up and the overflow starts rolling down your forehead.

Drip. Drip.

The drip, drip, drip of project-housing reminds me of Redfern, of the time when my roof leaked in Sydney, soaking my laptop. I am reminded of a particular song –the aptly titled “Head Home” by Texan band Midlake– whose lyrics opine “bring me a day full of honest work and a roof that never leaks, I’ll be satisfied.”

I am satisfied. My roof leaks, but I’m satisfied. As to whether my work is honest… (more…)