Scrambler

​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

The End of the World As We Know It.

I didn’t sleep last night, knowing that an escape was around the corner. Today flew past and before you knew it, I was in the back of a Benz van headed to Pudong. The trip through the French Concession revealed this wasn’t an original idea: on every street were people hastily organizing children, pulling scarves tight against throats, massaging luggage into tiny car boots and generally counting down the seconds until the wheels left the ground, and the relief set it: heading home, away from this madness. It felt like an exodus. In face, it felt a little like the end of the world: people fleeing the cities for the mountains, tense and nervous.

Well, the prediction was that the world would end today. But you know what? Stipe was right.

I feel fine.

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