Narrative, Form and Time

Lies In Memories

I'm exploring a place that I have a distant memory of and I recollected bits and pieces of this as one distinct sences brings back memories. I remember Strathfield as a place we drive by when we go home I recollected that twilight evening where you can only hear the rainbow lorikeets be annoying as people go home or are out to eat but traffic wasn't great either at that time.

Strathfield is a place I will remember from the time where I was young to this day where I travel to Strathfield by train instead of car for my own benefits of staying for the night life. This area where I watch change little by little with different store.

The one thing that doesn't change is the noisy birds that seem to always make themselves known at a sceduled time, evening.