Phantasmagoria

The street is filled with noise. Balloons fly and explode. Flags at high mast on top of office buildings swing in the breeze as chanting and singing fill the open space that is Melbourne’s boulevard de prestige; a wide, treelined promenade featuring the Botanical gardens on one side and directly opposite the Arts Centre, The National Gallery of Victoria and the State Theatre. I stare, remembering my time on those stages; the Green room, last call, the orchestra tuning up. Love of my life as a musician, now gone, metamorphosed into something else, a change, a sacrifice.

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Renegade of prose_+ creation of the troubled mentor-= abyss sinking memory flowing through subconscious mind: it's the dreamland coming:+

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Mimi Bordeaux

Renegade of prose_+ creation of the troubled mentor-= abyss sinking memory flowing through subconscious mind: it's the dreamland coming:+