Say Goodbye.

As the seasons falter in their usual rhythm, our closets become a reflection of this chaotic dance between Winter and Summer.

I am forced to remember it back again. The Sellotape-tear of flesh.

Coming off antidepressants has been comparable to ‘coming off’ Mum, which I have been doing concurrently.

I was caught like a fishhook / in the soft dab of my lower lip.

Proverbs 3:9 “Honour the Lord with your wealth, with the first fruits of all your crops.

There’s an almost irreconcilable discord between the Sydney coffee culture projected by mainstream food publications and the realities of most Sydneysiders.

Today Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.

We are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.

In conclusion, fuck McDonald’s. Never work there. Never encourage your kids to work there either. If I’m ever desperate for cash, would I go back? I wouldn’t bet on it.

Sandstone Futurism is neither a proposal, nor a hypothetical solution, but rather, an inevitable utilisation of our environment.

Eventually, he was lost to the mists of time, and a Charles Dickens Statue diaspora sprawled across Sydney.

It’s more than just directions.

Our university has an awful lot of stuff.

Fashion and makeup becomes a second skin, taken from all desires and interests, shaping the individual.

Want an alternative to those dreadful Dendy straws?

If you’re really committed to Sydney joining the prestigious ranks of the six ‘Majors’, there must be a radical route change.