martin ivison >>
white male, blue eyes, brown hair
82 kg, 181cm
with two children
a scattered family >>
a former life in music >>
a fondness for alphabet soup >>
and continuing aspirations

201001, Gordons Place

"Yet somehow they were best of friends, brothers from other mothers, no-dad kids attached at the hip, partners in the grime and squalor of the Quarter. So had grown up a house down from Rilo's. So close that their foster mothers would lean over the oil-cans and bales of plastic stacked outside their doors and bitch about the miserable punya they got for raising these feckless boys. So close that the garbage thrown out of Rilo's home's in the evening would be thrown back by So's folks in the morning. They heard each other eat and shout through the thin walls of cardboard and cement, heard the fans humming and sharecasts blaring on the stolen electricity from the grid a block down, heard it when their fathers cried and their mothers got high and the kids laughed, because laugh is what you did in the Quarter when the air got too sweet. Laugh and work and swarm like the insects they all took their name from."
(from The Club of Santiago)

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