nektros - Cynicism in a Hot Dish

There is something meticulously discomfiting about writing in public. More so, there is something distractingly meta about writing in public in preparation for an online post, to the extent that even strategically placed nonsensical adjectives fail to disguise the fact that for the most part, public doodling is a dying cum extinct form of word whipper-uppering.

As an Asian born within the majestic borders of Australia, and raised with nary a friend who shared my ancestry, nor a lesson from my parents in how to manoeuvre the landscape of their native tongue, I have for a large part of my life been aware of my unique inhabitant status – that of perceived foreigner and actual, palpable native – which nevertheless has ne’er shone a shred of remarkableness on any facet of my life.

A bus trundles along a serpentine road of doom somewhere in south-east Queensland …

Blonde girl: Hi, I’d like a ticket?

… and a brand new, charming customer hops onboard.