Tom is listening to Cold Chisel. Khe Sanh on repeat. Don Walker is the poet laureate of the working class. 'East' is a flawless album. I'd like to go to the pub but it's important to photograph these dials. Dawn is breaking soon and the streetlights are flickering and I'm running on fumes. Palm reading was a scam with a short lifeline. He had a voice soaked in bourbon.

"In the depth of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."

Ticking second hands.