It’s a day and a bit before 2016 comes to a close, a year many have mistakenly called “the worst EVER OMG” (I think it could actually have been one of the years in which this happened, or maybe this). Surprisingly, this will also be the second New Year’s that this blog has been alive to see! […]Read more "Another Dangerous Retrospective – 2016 and the Day After That"
Walls was written as part of a Creative Writing assignment at my home university. The theme was on “Boundary Riding”, as in, moving between fiction and documentary, commentary and creation. Walls is my (slightly fictionalised) account of my brief time in Berlin, a time where I cam to grips with the walls that define, […]Read more "Kein Ost, Kein West, Nur Uns (Or: Walls)"
I’ve decided on a few goals for 2017. One: get published in Voiceworks or other Aussie Lit. Journal. Two: Don’t start another Goodreads reading challenge. Two and a half: Finish reading Infinite Jest. Three: Try not to believe in the meaning of numbers. I’m going atheist on the whole number subject. In 2015 I set […]Read more "Advice from the Good Doctor Garden"
Melbourne is now an old friend to me. We first met while I was in highschool. I’d taken a bus there with my group of screaming, flatulent Year 10s on a field trip that was designed to highlight the cultural side of Australia. Ever since then, Melbourne has been my New York, a city of […]Read more "Bonica and the Electric Holy Road Trip – Part 2"
“WHERE ARE WE GOING?” Bonica attempted to shout over the music and through the morning softness at the back of her throat. “MEL-BOURRRRNE.” I replied with a heartily, ridiculously, rolled R-R-R-R. I tugged on the bottom of my hastily-neatened beard and squinted my eyes against the rising sun. I was driving into that morning orb, […]Read more "Bonica and The Electric Holy Road Trip – Part 1"
“I’m going to see Buddha if it kills me! It should be right around here.” It’s a bit of a cliché to start off a sentence with “It’s a bit of a cliché…” but… It’s a bit of a cliché to call a hill “rolling”, but the bubbling green mounds around Sellick’s Beach’s Nan Hai […]Read more "On the Electric Holy Road Again (or: Blasting Through the Peninsula in a Rainbow-Powered Sedan)"
The fisherman, silhouetted against a cool sun, cast out his line and caused a barely perceptible ripple in the middle of the wide, watery mirror that is Lake Como, Italy. Across from my vantage point – a rock wall above stranded and bobbing boats – I could see the slowly rising mountains and the tiny […]Read more "The Holy Off-Season on Lake Como"