this afternoon walking home through the warm yellow air i saw a welfare couple arguing. screaming hoarse throats. she kept asking "what's the time." he'd answer, "i'm not in a hurry. are you?" and she'd ask, "what's the time. i just want to know what's the time." he'd growl and bark and not answer. and then say, "are you in a hurry?" and she'd scream, "what's the time. i just want to know what time it is?" and he'd growl and bark. i went into the corner shop on parramatta road, the corner before palace, and they came in too. she asked the serving girl for the time. twentyfive to five. no reaction from the woman. i turned off down the lane to palace street and behind me i could hear them yelling, hating still. i couldn't hear the words anymore, except that she kept yelling, "don't, don't, dont. please, don't."

esoterre.
the place where the esoterics live.

esoterror.
fear or the esoterics.
or fear of being esoteric.