Sydney
The instinct of the nomad claiming space as workable without monetry exchange is truly possible. Even the mild winter of the antipodean climate afford one the semblance of well washed and freshly clothed. All is a cheap trick to gather the confidence of some and the knowing smiles of others. Both prove useful in the continuation of successive lifestyle on the move.
Closing into an existence of commodification.
The flag read: no more bombs in Ukraine but many more to follow in your forehead.
No one wants to hear about the lies anymore. The cynic has won.