I hate the Eastern suburbs. Every time I go there I'm reminded why I hate it. It's a sad, pretentious blight that cares more about appearance than soul. I feel it when I come up for air from the bowels of Bondi Junction train station. It's desolate at 7pm and feels like a cutout version of a real place. I can't even figure out how to get out of the transport interchange without some sort of panic about direction.
You can't be complacent in the east, you have to be alert to the permeation of its terrible, horrible, no good very bad vibe. And that alone causes your psyche to cave in on itself. You have been warned.
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