Browsing: Sydney

There’s something about crisp, genuinely frozen air in the morning. Being able to see your breath in front of you. A real sunset every night, electric colours across the sky. Real seasons, from a genuinely sweltering summer to below-zero winters.

But the lack of Australian narratives or genre development about a formative period of many of our lives limits our ability to use literature and stories to make sense of our own experiences or view them reflected back at us.

The lowest point of the run comes as the 5km point looms: we are once again crossing Cumberland St and ascending the stairs towards the Harbour Bridge. I curse the Unofficial run club and all its future generations.