I Like Poking My Nose Into Other

I'm Full Of Restlessness. Not Lonely, Exactly - My Head Is Racing With Ideas. But It Is That Old Treacherous Feeling That Real Life Is Happening Somewhere Else, And I'm Left Out.

The Only Thing That I Was Equipped For With My Very Mediocre College Arts Degree Was To Get A Job In Teaching.

And Always Melbourne, Melbourne, Melbourne, Over And Over The Same Photo In Glaring Greens And Reds, Of A Tram, Huffy, Blunderous, Manoeuvring Itself With Pole Akimbo Round The Tight Corner Where Bourke Street Enters Spring.

Now, I - For Several Years While I Was Researching This Book, I Felt Quite Obsessed By Thoughts About Sentencing, Punishment, How Judges Arrive At Their Decisions.

At The Time It Seemed Like A Natural Development Of My Interest In What Was Going On Around Me In Society.