The Outsider: Masculin, feminin
Monday 05/03 33
"As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect-like creature". Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis.
The day dawned with a pale yellow glow in the east beneath a towering bank of cumulus cloud. There was no sound of sirens or hooters, just raucous flocks of lorikeets scudding over the broken glass and blood-stained concrete of another street-fighting night in the ghetto-empire of the Cooly-gatta.
