Our daily jargon has become more physically active than we are.
With tongs snapping,New Zealanders are now coming for the phrase “sausage sizzle”.
While Seven Hills comes alive with the sound of music.
Where Romeo and Juliet once uttered pledges on the QT,serenading in shadows,the modern Romeo is as likely to slide into Juliet’s DMs.
Unless it’s a crock.
These days as consumers,we are often locked into these false amities with chatbots,our to-and-fro reliant on what previous questions and responses have been digested by the software.
Death is how mortals do things,yet how often do you broach the topic?
The timing of my last email to David Malouf was a strange coincidence.
What do you call it when a thing is not really a thing?
Call me prejudicial,but when I see “estate” in a rural setting,I think barrels and cellar doors.