Heat

The summer I finished my Honours degree, I worked five days a week and drank six. I remember very little of my day job from back then; in my memory I slept until midday and washed my hangovers off in the shower with the previous night?s conquest. I spent the afternoon jacking myself up on… Continue reading Heat

100 days and the Queen of Whatever

Leaving Melbourne felt like wading through molasses, sticky and slow-going, a series of blunders and clumsy patch-up jobs. Like a half-drunken stumble down the hallway in the middle of the night: hit your shoulder on the doorframe, slide into the dresser, trip over your own feet, claw at the wall to stay upright. Much of… Continue reading 100 days and the Queen of Whatever

Sequelae

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