December wants it both ways, without question. Façadebook
heaps up author dialogues, thrown sideways by another celebrity death. Who are
we? Hipsters with Edward Lear face-fungus talk like computer upgrades. What’s
he mean? Barak features stare down ragtag Swanston Street torn up for future
metros. What next? Teens sound behind fly-eye sunglasses wear T-shirts
‘Established 1853’. Why not? Heritage overlay turns post-Moomba festivals a
darker shade of brown. Herald-Sun glass block façade admits a stingy ray of
sunlight struggling feebly down. Tramways pass lovely frontages of gardenless
renovations, marble fountains and BBQs to the back lane. What have we lost?
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