Inner North is orange, starting at the base of a dirty traffic cone, it spreads.

The tint of a Nesso Lamp luminescent behind three slight bodies, vape light inhale like a crackling fireplace, red’s penumbra.

35mm light exposure shrouding my mouth like December’s ghost.

The inside of this living room looks exactly like I imagined it – a terrace house seeded with abandoned cigarettes inside terracotta mosquito pools.

The skin of my mandarin still dries at the bottom of my cross-body bag, like toenails between parking fines, despite the damp.