16 January, 2026 05:14

Night mode, so in real life it’s still dark. Dreams of an approaching fire woke me up.

3.35PM

Back at Brooks Hill, blowing a gale. Possible thunderstorm but wild dangerous wind. Bad pn the coast apparently.

Interesting time at old parliament house, with a small The Dismissal exhibition.

This from Kerr to Whitlam is almost unbelievable.

7.50 PM Friday Night Fuckwits

First one, been here for forty-five minutes. Young fuckwit with a grumbling engine he’s left on. A comfort blanket and sound of an identity he dare not switch off lest he lose his manliness. Young girls with him.

He might’ve been here about 2AM one morning, which zi documented. Hangs around the toilets. His territory, a place where he comes to piss like a dog, comfort again, marking the known.

Some displays of aggression. Swearing, revving.

Sounds like two girls there, at least. One a very young child.

My bet is he’s back late tonight, to do it all over again.

Nearly an hour, now, of a noisy engine idling. Very loud, stressful.

What a nuisance.

8.10PM. Music going now. A kid ran out. Green top, black pants, three years old. Punk is swearing.

I was so worried about this tonight. This place, the toilets, it’s their hang out.

Turned up the music. Not good.

8.17 PM Two cars left. Not one. One a P Plater. Got photos. Might be travellers, one might be much older. Very strange. Extremely pleased they’ve gone.