“Communicating with ghosts is a display of radical empathy, a oneness with everything.”

“If AI can mimic our mind, the thing that sets humanity apart is the body. We must affirm the biological, the physical, the muddy and the messy.”

Nothing is more boring than other people’s dreams. Except when they’re mine. Since starting Fluoxetine, my dreams have been crazy. Before I started medication, I asked everyone I knew who had taken SSRIs about their experiences with side-effects. Nobody mentioned dreams.  

“This scepticism of charities is actually part of a broader trend of distrust in public institutions, be it NGOs, governments, news outlets, and pharmaceutical companies. It’s a lack of transparency that has allowed this distrust to fester.”

“The improviser, that loafing, cocky, impulsive thing, who shamelessly indulges in one of the purest modes of creative play — of total absorption in the present. How magical! How disgusting.”

“For Australia to become truly free, it must cease to exist in its current form. A Blak socialist future envisions a society where land and people are no longer commodities but kin, where power flows from the wisdom of Elders and the collective strength of communities.”

“I started to see The Admin in all my friends, everyone at every function, in every person I passed on King Street. I knew I had to uncover the uncoverable. I had to find the true face of The Admin of the famously anonymous @newtown.affirmations.”

“All the objects that have passed through it are connected like a great fungal mind or a coral reef. In constant exchange with you and your housemates, the sharehouse becomes itself.”

My problem is not with staying informed. I am asking you to consider who you pay your attention-currency to. Traditional mass media and public service media are years behind the quality and reach of online-only news outlets like The Daily Aus or Impact. Being aware of world issues has shifted from an expectation to a strange, gatekept knowledge-club.

“It's like you’ve entered another world, transported through the looking glass, except it was a funhouse mirror and you’ve just joined the circus.”

“Sometimes I worry that I'm him. But I’m not really. I’ve mastered authenticity. So have you. Well, maybe you don’t like this person because they’re kind of fake. This poser has fooled everyone into thinking they’re genuine. Isn’t that unfair?”

“Exile is ultimately what a gaoler calls freedom, and we are far too often our own prisoners.”

“To situate myself within the vast, exhilarating, and exotic waves of this grand tourist city was to engage in a mercurial pursuit — a perilous, ambiguous dance.”

What makes a space?

“Just like anyone else with a Pinterest board dedicated to vintage furniture, Levy’s mental exercise resonated with me. But I am an inheritor of a different world.”

“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.”

“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?”

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

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.

Pasolini cleverly subverts the cinematic techniques of excitement to be in service of pure horror.

While male athletic achievement is an aesthetic ideal immortalised in the Hellenistic visions of Greek sculpture up to the fake-tanned contorted bodies of bodybuilders, female athleticism is an object of horror.”

I sit cross-legged before the mirror yet again. What do I see? I see a face. Is it me, or some Other?”

This is not a call for a return to the divine or the premodern, we only aim to contrast what was once common sense with what has now become radical.

Criticism falls short in the digital-age because our reality has become delusion.

“The Corsicans want to see clearly. Freedom must walk by the torch of philosophy. Won't they say that we fear the light?"

Greyness is everywhere. Greyness is both vernacular and pedigreed.

Our eyes can only see so much, and they see cities very poorly.

If androids come about, what will they do, and I guess, more pertinently to our human future, what will we do?