In Warsaw I'm told there is a grotesque, gargantuan palm tree, gregarious to tourists and greatly overpriced. In Brisbane the one-way streets are lined with palm trees, boxes of rotted cherries. Plus, everything smells of cauliflower. You can't eat on the train, there are no Koreans to perve on and the CBD consists of three St. Vincent stores, a river and a mural of Valhalla (which, I'll admit, it pretty nifty). Here's to you, Insert-Name-Of-City-I-Currently-Inhabit, Brisbane, Land of the Progressive. May you fulfill all my wishes for "prospects of greater work opportunities", just like is says on my CV.

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We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about."
When did online WPM typing tests get so philosophical? Like, shit.