Leave Sydney's South

You're smack bang in the middle of a cultural ghost town right here. There’s no gatekeeper at the entrance, no articulated warning, just a bin for all your books and a hook to hang your dreams on. It's a tired town of ripped up denim, full up with peeling tans and dead white teeth. If you have ever had an original thought, leave now before it's strangled. There's no use in chasing the sun here, every day is drenched in death.