When I was eight, my father took me (just me) on a four-wheel-driving trip with his cousins and their friends. Kathleen, my third cousin, and I sat in the back of one dusty, muddy Landcruiser after another as we drove along, used to the bumps and the crackle of the CB radios, colouring in our… Continue reading How does your garden grow?
There?s a buzz in my head?a cloudy, impatient fuzz. It gets like this if I don?t write for a couple of weeks. It usually begins with minor restlessness, often presenting itself as wanting to go out and party, wanting to have sex, wanting to imbibe substances or drive a little bit too fast. Pretty soon… Continue reading Under streetlights
The Little Mermaid never marries the Prince. He gets married to another woman, and the Little Mermaid gets a choice: she can kill him, let his blood drip all over her legs and thus turn back into a mermaid, or she can throw herself into the sea at sunrise and turn into foam. But she?s… Continue reading Almost epistle
1. ?It?s not about me.? On July 1 in South Australia, new laws come into force which will allow the attorney-general to declare any group of people a criminal gang and prohibit them from associating with each other. If they communicate more than six times within a year, they face 5 years imprisonment. I presented… Continue reading A Study in the Art of Revolution
All my love affairs end in November. I don?t know whether it?s due to the alignment of the stars or the end of the school year or the fact that I?m a masochist who wants to give myself the most excruciating birthday possible, but memo: future lovers. November is high-risk territory. One particular November, I… Continue reading 6mm lines
It’s 1:30am on a Saturday night and I am a) home – I know, right? – b) extraordinarily tired and c) unable to sleep. Last night’s chemically-enhanced six-and-a-half hour dance session to Limewax might have something to do with the first two, but sleep is something I rarely have a problem with. And I swear… Continue reading Sequelae
I saw the Royal Shakespeare Company’s version of Chekhov’s The Seagull on Thursday, with Ian McKellen as Sorin. Not a lead role, but I decided I should see him in something on stage while I have the chance. The man is seriously impressive, but what impressed me more was actually a speech by the character… Continue reading “Your life is beautiful.”