Darlinghurst, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Dar-ling-hurst: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Dar. Ling. Hurst.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Darlinghurst Blog: Detritus: Paper Ghosts
Halloween was two weeks ago but these little white paper ghosts were still hanging from a tree outside Novar on Darley Street when I went by the other day. They looked really sweet, swaying in the breeze.