Kissing Kens
Instead, the Sydney youth night culture gravitates towards Newtown, popular with queer 20-somethings and teens.
Thinking Inside The Box
The noise of the alarm is screeching. It's insistent, it’s ringing louder than my voice. Somebody else has to hear it. Someone has to find me.
Gone Fishin’
Borrowed rods balanced between our fingers, lines disappearing into the dark like quiet questions.
The Universe is Not in the Cedars
So when I find my mouth drying up, when I want to substitute the sun for an egg yolk in the sky, I count it time to get to nature.
Comfort, Exclusion, and The Mall
It is both hollow and alive, a refuge and a trap. For better or worse, this is the public square of Southeast Asia.
Water and Power
Monopolistic enterprises are not just concerned with selling their product. They also want to impose their culture and values on other countries to establish themselves as the true north of the industry and dictate the distribution of resources like water.
Subcultural Flows
Our thirst for subculture has not been quenched, but finds new pathways to flow, as liquid as ever.
A Briefly Detailed History of My Bedroom ☆.｡.:*
“I stumbled out of bed too quickly, one morning, and fell onto my Lego sets, sending shockwaves through Heartlake City.”
Why you should visit little museums.
he big museum is not primarily educational, but rather a set of possessions shown off by the affluent. Entrance fares are simply upkeep of their capital. Is there a need for Roman marbles, Italian Renaissance paintings, Ancient Chinese pottery, Hindu, Jain, and Buddhist sculptures to be hoarded away in one grand palace-of-sorts presided over by Great Britannia?
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“This intensity that morphed into a sense of overwhelm so consuming I felt that nothing could be funnelled into a singular actuality. I let that feeling — whatever it was, consume me.”
Thoughts on fermentation.
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.
A Night with the Burwood Literary Institute
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.
ai is a cyborg, not a diphthong
“You cannot dispel the song from your mind, it plays and plays on repeat.”
Rest yourself where? புதுச்சேரி.
“Pondicherry possessed a preserved Eurocentric sense of relaxation that one can only imagine; harkens back to its colonial roots when the town served as a haven for French settlers seeking respite.”