four and a half months

Sydney, after four and a half months away. still smells the same. It's dense and humid, stuff happening. But when I walk in the door, the first few minutes, it seems cramped and small. But also huge, with the air smelling of fume. It's something you can touch.

And already, I know, I am heading back west, packing bags again.

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