this is a journal i thought i should write about a place in brisbane i know only as "GROUP 2" its an abandond uni dorm from the 70's or so, thats slowly sinking into disrepair. its a place where nature in its quietest form, is more violent than man. The gutters bow and warp under the weight of the the furns growing from them, and the paths are slowly being swallowed by the surrounding garden beds.

but the most bizzar thing is that its empty but the funriture and the windows are untouched, and all the walls that arn't overgrown are these massive white canvases with not a hint of grafity on them. when ur in ther and i say "in" because in draws you into the center of it slowly with a corner or a ledge keeping something hidden, but when ur in there it realy is like time stands still. because its in the middle of brisbane yet it can't be touched for some magical reason. it realy is a place i could spend all day doing nothing and still feel like i haven't wasted a second.