“I reckon if I picked flowers the star power sucked from the ground like a naughty talisman — maybe the PH of the soil is altered by the amount of celebritydom decomposing, would my hydrangeas blush prudent pink?”

“it’s unlikely you’ll be performing another Boiler Room set with an infant. So likely yes. Charli sees her life branching out before her, ripe with opportunity.”

“Move over Club Penguin, there’s a new horrifically laggy, slightly problematic, bug-riddled, deeply iconic flash game to crash your parents' 2012 HP Spectre on.”

“I now sported my shiny new Bakiez management badge, and became the perfect power-tripping 12 year old, telling off all the other inferior 12 year olds. I was no longer the trainee, I was the trainer.”

“The plastic woven red-white-blue bag (红白蓝袋子) has become symbolic of resilience and hardship due to its utilitarian durability and working-class associations in Southern China, Hong Kong, and in countries like Ghana and Nigeria.”

“To say, “this is a cigarette ad”, in the same way I can say, “this is a pillow”, or “this is a bookmark”. But isn’t summing it up reductive?”

“Etched in the fading hues and worn paths of ancient roads,

Marking the passage to memory's embrace.”

Obviously

And also you can’t read minds

As in I caught you!

And your psychic violence

Although I gave you these powers too

Your actual ones are far richer

So here I am, pussy out in the kitchen at 11:47pm, my left knee aching (I’d squat down too fast), and I am trying my luck with the back-of the fridge container.

These men are vulnerable, honest, and embarrassed. Hot, hot, and hot. We want them to be a little nervous, a little objectified. They don’t want us looking at them! It’s fun, right? And really, after all the money for acting school or the Trinity College drama course, surely, they should’ve expected this?

your eyes wander to their new leaves

curling at the sky -

110 emblazoned to the left of the screen,

you search for truth in their cycles but

“Yet when the pixel becomes distinct, and elementary, it distorts the image, breaking it down to its most rudimentary composition of shapes and colors.”

“Nicola Jane "Nikki" Groarke (born 2 June 1962) [1] is a British Anglican priest. Since 2014, she has served as the Archdeacon of Dudley. She trained for ministry at Ridley Hall, Cambridge, and was literally ordained in 2000 Blah blasbhdbfgkjrmfds ugh boring.”

“The answer is you and I, it always is. In that sea of dust, there was nothing. Quiet, not a wave, not a sound. In that flat endless world, a soft and gentle breeze started to blow.”

Inner-West Ennui 

“Above came the rumble-tumble of trains, whines of whistles, the frantic blaring of approaching horns. From below the roars of old buses and the pop of a Porsche or broken-down Ford. A man in a green down jacket, young with spiky black hair, hurried through the soup of neon and sunset.”

Nicholas Osiowy wanders.

“As you pass from this world to the next, tátay tells me to prepare the table for the alay (offering). Candles are lit, coconut husks and incense sticks are burnt. The room is filled with cries and songs, some of sadness, others of joy.”

Eko Bautista venerates

“To understand Indian vegetarianism as non-violent is unequivocally false”

Christopher Kane and Mihir Sardana deconstruct vegetarian food.

What's so important about a morning brew?

“Everyday, as the sun rises, we sip our kaapis next to each other.”

Aishwarya Sai concocts.

Ever wonder what you might find in what is left behind?

“Some glean because they have been left no choice, others have sought out the gleaning lifestyle to participate ethically in society.”

Ondine Karpinellison sifts through the weeds.

Should we stop stuffing food in our typeface?

“The machine demands that typefaces be utilitarian; precise in their sharpness and uniformity. It demands the same of the food we eat: perfect and primed, glossy and crunchy.

Miles Hiroshi Huynh sends it back. @mileshiroshi