Mattresses aren’t the only discards that stir the creative impulses in the Inner west. A friend sent me this photograph, taken in a Stanmore lane. I think this work needs to be preserved for the ages.
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I’ve traversed King St on foot several times: I know it’s kooky and cool, but I just wish it didn’t have to be so goddam DIRTY (as in garbage, I mean),
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I won’t fight you on that one, M-R. But the friend who sent me the photo just told me that this particular pile of garbage is well away from King Street, in the neighbouring suburb of Stanmore
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Stanmore, eh ?! A suburb I was wont to pass by train and wonder about living in. I may have lived in all others at one time or another ..
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