![]() ![]() We went to St Mary’s, an all-boy’s Catholic school near the centre of Toowoomba.Įveryone else went to Downlands, a more elite private school on the richer side of the city. I was short and chubby with dark hair that ran a mess beneath my ears. Before we left, I snuck outside and jumped in the front passenger’s seat. Trees climbed higher than my line of sight. So we climbed in cars and drove in the general direction of attention. We could see with our own eyes, in real time, exactly what we were missing out on and who we weren’t being seen by. We followed hints and whisper-trails of action, motivated by the thrill of the chase, or maybe just the fear of staying still and missing out and remaining unseen by the enormous crowd of people that populated our imaginations.Įxcept now, with smartphones and social media, we were one step closer and three steps further away from the crowd. We were driving to a party no one knew for sure was happening. ![]()
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