ODE TO ‘SENTY’
My car’s fan has two settings: off and full blast. The passenger seat is covered in coffee and Marmite stains from four years of breakfast mishaps during my previous life as an Auckland commuter. The stereo has become dislodged and disappears when I try to change the radio station or tweak the volume – for at least a year, it was jammed in place with a knife and fork.
The car screeches every time I turn left. The petrol pump has been replaced, twice. The alternator has been replaced
