Elias Greig teaches and researches literature—before that, he sold books, and before that, shoes. His writing has appeared in Overland, Contrappasso, and elsewhere. His bookseller’s memoir, I Can’t Remember the Title but the Cover is Blue (Allen & Unwin, 2018), is available in all good bookshops and some bad ones. He rents on Gumbaynggirr country.
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A Circle Married to a Line
On a long drive once, in a hot summer, on a stretch of the Hume where rolling, sheep-ravaged hills the colour of bone gave glimpses of a long train full of wheat, my father-in-law explained train wheels to me: how they ran, how they turned, how they stayed on the tracks. The rim on the wheel, he said, was less important than its shape.
Feb. 2023 • Non-fiction • Sydney • The Commute