She did not understand the fun of shooting birds
In her novels and private correspondence, the gap was narrowed. What was human became animal and what was animal became human.
Do not disturb my circles
Nothing comes from nothing, And so Prometheus toiled: I must change your life.
Three steps to ennui in Sydney (and three reasons not to follow them)
Today Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.
I am a ghost watching my own body
We are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.
About a basin
As hard as I try to remember, from no part of my being can I summon a reason for me being here.
They’re taking my brain upstate, and I don’t know when I’ll get it back
Generally speaking, I came out pretty well! Well, except my brain fell out of my head.
Great Western Highway
I am just another pothole, // Feeling the weight of // That other invisible world // As it passes over me
Finding new moves
I am fascinated by a specific benefit AIs have for literature which, unlike in chess, is not harnessed enough.
Modern courtship
It’s 5.30am. You and the rest of the inter-B’s netball team are huddled on a coach in the dark.
Bài tập về bản thể luận / An Assignment on Ontology
What would the hill be but a dried steppe // On the falling back of an afternoon
The water of life
My beloved has gifted us this water of life / This ocean which has the power to create or destroy / Yet in it we blindly place our trust
A diptych of art and empathy — In conversation with Erin Shiel
"I realised that in order to find time to think and a view of what felt like the whole world, I had to be uncomfortable."
Review: Tripping Over Myself — A window into the world of Australian comedy
Micallef narrates his memoir like he’s playing a character on his comedy show.