I brake for


This very sweet lid, under which is a nice person.

Moira rides an awesome Soma Double Cross. And doesn’t seem to mind if you stop her in the street and then have a chat and she seemed interested and interesting and nice and – because surely you must wonder why I do this sometimes – this is why I do this sometimes.

This is a very big world, full of things complex and beautiful, but sometimes it is nicer to feel like it’s a small world full of things personable and generous, and to have a conversation with a stranger that is light-hearted but not meaningless, friendly but not overly so, generous but not creepy – well that’s a nice thing isn’t it? Remember when our grandparents would have a nice old natter on the way to the shops? Well, it was just like that.

I’ve* said it before, when I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the human race.

* whatever Ernesto

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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