“He’s watching me.”
Flashing back to 2012, on the day I first walked past that mansion in Glebe, one of the oldest suburbs in Sydney. The magnificent old building riveted and mesmerised me. It was fronted by a brightly painted door, a glossy façade, and I began imagining what the door might mask, what it could have concealed over the last 150 years: nasty, shameful secrets, possibly… Read more »
