Hungry for memory

It’s been a while since I was home in Melbourne and strangely today, in a way that I haven’t felt for a very long time, I was having a food shop quandary.

This is what my food shopping ordinarily looks like.

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But today, that wasn’t enough.

I felt strangely nostalgic and I meandered down to the Valley for some Filipino foodie action. Seriously processed stuff here folks.

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I don’t know if it’s worth explaining what these items are, but what they remind me of is the intangible quality of home. Even if the home you’re hunting was never really real to begin with.

Peril submission? They are a-coming in, but the more the merrier.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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