Sydney makes me feel something but I don't know what yet. I've only been there five times (including this trip) but based on this I think it's a little more 'Australian' than Melbourne (whatever that means) and I'm almost certain that stems partly (mostly? entirely?) from the influence of TV shows like Lift Off (for some reason I was completely under the impression some part of the show was filmed in a housing commission tower - I don't know if this is a false memory, or if it's because all apartment buildings at that point in time reminded me of where my godmother lived, which was a Horace Petty walk-up - this is a long bracket sentence). I'll figure it out. What I do know with certainty is that I find the city totally repulsive in many ways but it's also legible and comfortable - some kind of uncanny valley thing, made of the same ingredients as all the spaces I'm familiar with, just in a different constitution.
These photos are in no particular order and, as usual, I don't care enough to fix it
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| I have this same plant on my balcony and it died over winter |
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| Dams from the plane look like someone lost a bunch of coins |
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