On Ryder Street, Darlinghurst, someone’s eating their heart out.

“While you make pretty speeches, I’m being cut to shreds,” says the graffiti.

It’s scrawled, but it doesn’t feel rushed. The writing doesn’t give much away.

“You feed me to the lions. A delicate balance.”

A poem?

UPDATE: Duh. Just got a tweeted reply. It’s a Radiohead song, ‘Like Spinning Plates,’ from Amnesiac. Of course it would be. There goes my stadium art rock cred.

After noting this Ryder Street terrace’s excellent stoop, it’s hard to miss its street number, hand drawn on the wall in a Roman script – ‘VIII’.

That’s not all. Along with the DIY number, the Surry Hills terrace gets a constant stream of messages, as far as I can see, all addressed to James.

Hey James!
Have a beer with us sometime!
Sam & Ed

Hello James!
This time it was Grace, Balin and Sam!

I’m assuming James lives in the place. Though, if not, it could go back and forward as some sort of ad hoc community announcement board?

Before mobile phones and email (and definitely before social media), connecting with friends called for good timing, a working landline, and a lot of luck. Somehow we managed. In Surry Hills, the tradition continues.

I saw an almost destroyed memorial to “AC/DC Tour Manager, Kit” near the corner of Ryder Street and Taggarts Lane, Surry Hills, across the road from the Hope Street Mission.

The Invisible Man is back.

On Taggarts Lane, I noticed a hint of a pink triangle.

It was the same tribute.

AC/DC Tour Manager

KIT DYE

Art by the Invisible Man, ’09

Each of the Invisible Man’s triangle plaques are different from those before. But the writing seems distinctive, and it seems unlikely to be a copycat.