The waft of sulfur emanating from the hills of Balwyn as it rises from bloated temples of excess made manifest by temporary, lucre-chasing demons who have naught but dollar signs in their shimmering eyes, continues unabated. Down on Lucifer Street the satanic chant of STCA* calls us ever closer to bear witness to yet one more sacrifice on the dark altar of avarice. We bid farewell to our world and journey ever downwards into the development abyss.

*If we say STCA backwards 3 times in the mirror at midnight, will that conjure a protective covenant for this home we wonder?