Sydney, bricks, cars.

Sydney is made of brick, and ever never changing. The development proposals on every street don’t seem to mean very much. The level of development most buildings see is go from dirty and antiquated to adding render and tearing down a wall. Underneath it’s all still old brick homes.

The difference is aesthetic. The meaning is clear though. The render is a sign. A sign saying, we’re new, we’re safe.

With a new film or graphics studio and a trendy cafe, right next door is a home for addicts and the welfare reliant. Are you in the coffee line, or for Centrelink. All of us though rely on the same congested streets.

The car is the city. The car transforms wherever it goes. But people don’t change suddenly out west. Because they are in constant change, and the west is merely more of that same progress.