I found this poster while looking for a pub in Chippendale last night. I walked in the rain, alone, because I have trouble maintaining meaningful friendships.
When I saw this poster, all I could think about was the wasted idea of the "Australian Dream". I thought that owning a big house and living the good life was impossible for young urbanites. Sydney cost of living = your soul.
Sydney is a good city. Australians are good harmless lukewarm people. But on Australia Day, when a lot of beer and animal muscle is consumed, the very premise of a 'dream' to aspire to is almost hopeless.
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