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Jayson, Autumn 2011
I met Jayson at Richie's place. They're soulmates. Jayson recently moved into this abandoned warehouse in the inner-west of Sydney. We're not really quite sure what it used to be used for but the place is still fitted with old, rusting equipment and scattered with collapsing furniture. In an unused room on the second level, I discovered a couple of framed, faded photographs hanging on the wall, of the place in its prime, showcasing conveyor belts and production lines of unidentifiable objects. The warehouse is now derelict, and probably a safety hazard, but Jayson lives there with a circus freak, a model and a few artists. They had decorated the walls in graffiti and made the empty workshops their playground. His housemates and him are turning the space into a studio and other things, but currently they sleep on mattresses on the dusty floors and steal wireless internet from the neighbouring RTA.
